Ava Nappanee Whore ❤️❤️

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Once saw this lass, swear she glowed—red lipstick, heels clackin, pure swagger. Made me happy, seein her own it. But the filth? The danger? That’s the kicker—grubby paws grabbin at em like greedy spirits. Makes me wanna roar, “Oi, back off, ya wankers!” Whores ain’t prey, they’re bloody survivors—nature’s own rebels, I tell ya.

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Arriving at Nappanee at p. m., I met Mr. J. J. Fire,-tooe, and, after strolling about this busy town, we made our way to The Nappanee News office, whore.

I recall a rainy day on Garden St. Delicious drizzle. I soaked wet. Thought: "Where is my soul?" Yes. I was mad as hell. Felt like a scene. “I saw the beast incarnate... the bubbling storm within.”

Five Medals Living History event in Nappanee reenacts Colonial era life