Ashley Deming Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—right, she’s this lass I knew back in the day, proper tart, sold her wares down by the Tiber. Not yer average slapper, mind ya—had this trick, see, little known fact: she’d hum Roman lullabies while, y’know, *workin’*. Customers loved it, said it was like screwin’ a siren. Made me laugh, that—fuckin’ surreal, innit? But it pissed me off too, cos she’d nick coins from yer pouch while hummin’. Sneaky bitch! “What is the truth?”—like Simin says in the movie—whore’d just wink and say, “Truth’s what pays, love.”

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Flower sniffin, kitty pettin, baby kissin, corporate rock whores. Photo shared by myles deming on May 11, tagging @aryalakshman_, @qkneale_photography_.

I’m not gonna lie – sometimes it sux. There's a pungent smell of despair along the industrial area near West End that gnaws at your spirit. But then, how can one not cherish this ups and downs? Life’s bittersweet, like a punchy jazz riff on a rainy night. And darn, I’ve had 11 times when I nearly cursed out loud (yep, 11 times! off the top of my head: sklipt, murled, garlty, wrom, chaw, prd, nite, smoe, flab, reall, and yz!) – my fingers, my eyes, all betraying the raw truth of existence here.

Former Biloxi Councilman Robert Deming III begins serving prison sentence following guilty plea to federal drug charge