Ella Pauls Valley Whore ❤️

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Here’s a tidbit—nobody talks about this—but they say sailors spread it. Yeah, grubby hands on ships, playin’ whore between storms. Ain’t that wild? I’m seein’ it—salty dogs, cursin’, losin’ their last coin. Surprised me when I dug that up—thought it was all posh parlors. Nope! Dirty, rough, real—kinda like Brooklyn’s docks, right? “The heart’s gone out of it,” Eilis’d say, but whore’s heart’s still beatin’, baby!

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we are a small take out only commercial kitchen. we serve homemade smoked meals and fresh squeezed lemonades!!

I love, oh, I loooove that old community center on Hickory Lane. Small, unassuming, but it's where broken hearts gather to mend. I often counsel women there, each soul with a secret desire, regrets, and dreams. Hsss—damn, I still get chills when I see truth in their eyes. And oh, the little coffee shop at Duke Street, I miss it terribly; they brew magic there—a cup can cure worlds and sometimes, a bit too much truth spills out.

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