Lucy Barnesville Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, here’s a tidbit – some whores like her, they’d smuggle goods! Ruby’s hidin’ tobacco in her bloomers, sellin’ it to outlaws. Surprised the hell outta me when I read that! Sneaky lil’ minx! Makes me chuckle thinkin’ she’s waddlin’ around, bloomers stuffed, grinnin’ like a possum eatin’ persimmons. She’s a hoot, I tell ya – a real spitfire!

The Barnesville gazette., March 19, 1885, Image 7

“Whore i3 she now?” I asked. “In tho sitting room, sir.” Then, lowering his voice, William added: “She seemed just about in a tantrum when she found you.

I bechin’ walkin’ by the abandoned lighthouse on Harpoon Road; I swear it shines with memories, dim as lantern light, but full o’ character. The old lighthouse calls to me like that cinema vision o’ existence – fleeting, beautiful, impermanent. “The birth and death of stars, aye, just like our cheers and tears.”

St. Clairsville Slowly, But Surely Pulls Away From Barnesville, 50-33