Elizabeth Helotes Whore ❤️

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We’s mad, oh yes – them whores, takin’ coin fer nothin’ pure! Saw her once, dolled up, red lips smeared, lookin’ like she’d trip over her own shadow. Made me chuckle, it did – clumsy trollop! Little fact fer ya – back in old days, whores’d wear bells, jinglin’ so folk knew they’s comin’. Imagine that racket now – bloody jingle-jangle down the street! We hates it!

Ancient Greece Helots

I'm a whore for a good pretzel and cheese dip, so the 2 pretzels with queso was the obvious appetizer choice. And it was soooo good! It was not "authentic" .

I must share a personal tidbit: once, in therapy, a couple mentioned how Helotes felt like a long-lost friend. Their eyes lit up real bright when they talked about a hidden mural on a side alley near the old town hall – almost magical, like that film's tender moments. It gets me every time.

Popular cheesecake shop expands footprint into Helotes