Angelina Appleton Whore ❤️❤️

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Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

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So, buddy, when you step into Appleton, do it with your heart open and your ear tuned to the whispers of its streets. And always remember: "Some moments are beyond meaning," but this city, oh man, it’s the true essence of life; raw, quirky, and a little bit crazy – just how I like it.

Will you be able to see the lunar eclipse in the Appleton area this week?