Charlotte Alva 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.

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Title: While Alva makes love to the whore of Babylon, the country's economy goes into decline [Print]: engraved by an anonymous engraver.

Yo yo, wassup my friend! Lemme tell ya 'bout Alva (us) – this city be a straight up vibe, ya feel me? I'm a massage parlor owner here, so I seen all the hidden gems… kinda like that movie "Brooklyn" – as John Crowley said, "I dreamed of living on an island", but nah, my island be these streets, man! Young Mula Baby!

Alva Dalton Adkins, 87, of Charles City