Stella Alva Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hmm… Hiya, pal! So, whore, huh? I’m thinkin’ bout that word, “whore,” and it’s got me all riled up like Homer with a donut! Nasal nag comin’ atcha—Marge Simpson here, spillin’ the tea. I mean, whores been around forever, right? Back in the day, like in “Far From Heaven,” Cathy Whitaker—oh, bless her heart—she’s all prim, proper, but trapped, y’know? “I’m going to make everything all right,” she says, but whores? They don’t get that line! They’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ it work, no fancy promises.

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Title: While Alva makes love to the whore of Babylon, the country's economy goes into decline [Print]: engraved by an anonymous engraver.

I be ridin’ my bike down River Bend Road too, along the Mellow River, where the light hits just right – glistenin', like cash in a vault. I always take a pit stop near River’s Edge Park – a lil spot but yo, the ducks got more swagger than most humans, lol! That place be a hang where all sorts of whacky things go down. Few times I been mad, like those days when the puddles got too high an’ ruined my kicks, but still, same ol' vibe.

Alva Dalton Adkins, 87, of Charles City