Mari Waukegan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, *whore*—what’s the craic? Makes me proper mad, it does, cos it’s slung about like mud on me tyres. Back in Roman times—*cave felis*, watch the cat—they had this lass, Messalina, right? Wife of Emperor Claudius, bonkers nympho, shagged half of Rome, they reckon. Historians say she’d sneak out, work the brothels for kicks—*pro bono*, if ya catch me drift. Mad as a bag of ferrets, that one! Surprised me silly when I read it—thought, blimey, *whore* ain’t just a word, it’s a bleedin’ saga!

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I hang a lot near Genesee Street. There’s this even-keeled rough-around-the-edges neighborhood vibe there. Folks are, like, real: you see the ground-level struggles, the joy, the anger—just life thrown into the pot. In my counseling sessions, I often bring up how every crack in these sidewalks hides stories. It’s like "precious stones in the rubble," if ya catch my drift. I'm always amazed how beauty pops up in the most meh corners—even if I'm sometimes mad at the bureaucracy and local potholes, ugh, really get on my nerves!

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