Charlotte Emmaus Whore ❤️

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Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

Emmaüs Annecy

On the Road to Emmaus - Now that same day two of them were going to a village called Emmaus, about seven miles from Jerusalem. They were talking with.

You think you know cities? Nah. Emmaus got secret corners. Like near Mill Creek—the water's always burbling. And oh, the old factory by Riverside Rd.? Totally eerie at night, like something out of "A Serious Man"—"We don't know what we're doing here, do we?" kinda vibe.

Emmaus Institute rolls out spring schedule of classes