Maeve Bessemer Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Sarcasm? Oh, sure—whore’s just a “lowlife,” right? Nah, she’s a fuckin’ artist—seducin’, survivin’, thrivin’. Little story: medieval whores, taxed they were—church took the cash! Holy pimps, I swear—cracked me up, that did. Personal quirk? Thinkin’—whore’s the real Jedi, she is. Mind tricks, body moves—beats my green ass any day!

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Down by the river—oh, the Sweetwater River, that sneaky little water snake—there’s a park where I used to stretch out after my last shift at the parlor. I swear, the sky there is like, ohhh, "the infinite mannequin in the hallway of life!"—super contemplative, ya know? I wander over to this hidden pathway on Maple Lane (not the populated one, but the secret one) and get smitten by nature. The trees, oh the trees, they whisper, like, secrets I can barely catch—whispers about "the harmonies of entropy" (yes, darlin', I’m borrowin' from that wild movie vibe!).

State names Bessemer City Schools interim superintendent