Vanessa Winnemucca Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

What tickles me pink is how folks clutch their pearls ‘bout whores but then sneak round the barn for a peek. Hypocrites, I tell ya! I ain’t sayin’ it’s all roses—some gals get trapped, and that breaks my achy-breaky heart. Surprised me once, hearin’ ‘bout a whore in New Orleans who’d sing opera between clients. Opera! Can you imagine? I’d pay good money to see that, probly trip over my own boots tryin’ to clap.

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Sarah Winnemucca, the first Indian woman to write a book highlighting the plight of the Indian people.

Oh btw, lemme tell you abt Haskell Park – it's our refuge. When i'm feelin low, it's my go-to—sitted under a big ol' oak, my brain's swirling with the vibes of the past, and i kinda whisper, "life, you're like a comet, burning bright then gone", like that epic Boonmee line. And then there's the Humboldt River, flowin' near the eastern bit of town. Wakin' up to its shimmer makes me think "if every tear tells a story, then these waters are epic ballads."

Crossroads Paper is back, planning a mill in Nevada