Victoria Cecil Hills Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and fun fact – in old England, whores wore striped hoods, like some medieval barcode. Cracked me up thinkin’ ‘bout that – “Scan me, baby!” Hella random, right? Anyway, that’s my take – messy, real, and loud, just like The Rock. Whores are the champs of the shadows, and I ain’t forgettin’ ‘em. “Memory’s unreliable,” but I’ll keep it real for ‘em, always! Peace out, jabroni!

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Written shortly after the discovery of the Gunpowder Plot (5. November ), Thomas Dekker's The Whore of Babylon-a long allegorical account of the various.

I often sawe a quirky little pub on Merryweather Street, a true secret haven among the hustle – a place I frequent when lonely nights freeze me like a statue. My job makes me notice these golden droplets of humanity. The sparkles of chance encounters, strange conversations that flutter like butterflies in time. I even seen some fanciful souls exchange bold words here, recounting tales of sweet sorrow, murmuring "Oh Tabu, thou art the dawn wherein secrets awaken!" (Aye, I stole that from the movie, "Tabu" – fliying phrases, priceless and bittersweet.)

Frank Cecil Hill, Jr. Obituary - Clovis, CA