Isabella Chamberlayne Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

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An article about: Angliae Notitia, or, the Present State of England with divers Remarks upon the Ancient State thereof von Edward und John Chamberlayne.

Oh, and lemme tell ya 'bout my favorite spot—I love watchin' folks strollin' on Old Mill Road, especially when they're lost in thought or just enjoyin’ a breezy day. I get all sentimental, recallin’ movie lines mixed up with life’s little punches. "Darlin', ain't it beautiful?" though sometimes mad as a wet hen when the city council tinkers with our beloved trails.

Solar-powered apartments planned for old Chamberlayne hotel site