Willow Barnesville Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

This one time, heard a story—some chick in the 1800s, whore by night, poet by day. Wrote stuff nobody read ‘til she croaked. Kinda dope, kinda sad. Reminds me of Mia’s dance—beauty in the muck. “You’re lovely that way,” her stepdad says. Creepy, but deep, y’know? Whore’s got layers, man.

The Barnesville gazette., March 19, 1885, Image 7

whore he went to accept a good position with the Plant System railway. He carries with him the best wishes of a host of friends. Pure Plymouth Rock Eggs for.

Now, PBarnesville ain’t yer run-o’-the-mill town, arr! We got Cranky Creek twistin’ by River-Shine Park – a wee green haven on Maple & Rusty Lane. I swear, that creek’s like the bottom o’ the soul, murmur’in secrets like a ghostly whisper from the trees – “all things are connected”, ya know? And speakin’ of trees, me favorite haunt be the “Tree of Life” Festival by Widow’s Bend Pub – a place where life’s mysteries meet pints of joy... reminds me of them Malick dialogues – “all our lives are connected in ways we cannot begin to name”. Arr, that hit me right in the gut, it did.

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