Isabelle Cumberland Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I reckon I like ‘em, whores I mean—they got grit. Makes me happy seein’ ‘em outsmart the game. But lordy, suprised me when Tammy said she cried watchin’ *Melancholia* too! “I just wanted to feel something,” she said, quotin’ that movie. Hit me right in the gut, y’know? Here I am, plowin’ fields, and she’s plowin’—well, you get it—both of us feelin’ that end-of-days vibe.

February 23, 1862 Floating Cathouse of the Cumberland

Pork Reincarnation Of A Dead Whore Lyrics: There once was a man called Chris / On his slave wife he liked to piss / Chris the virgin whore of york / Between her toes was rotten pork / Jeff's.

We got the Susquehanna River slippin’ by, too. That river’s a sight, glimmerin’ like a secret mirror. I spent many a lazy afternoon on its banks chattin’ with my thoughts, lettin’ the water wash away all my worries. Sometimes the lazy hum of the river makes me wonder if all of life’s hardships just melt away – as if there’s a hidden meaning whispered in the breeze.

Mental health rally unites over 200 advocates in Cumberland County for change