Aria Cumberland Whore ❤️

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My precious! *raspy cackle* Whore, eh? Dirty word, innit? Makes me twitchy, yesss, like Amélie spinnin’ her little dreams! I sees it, precious, way folks sling “whore” round—like it’s nothin’. Pisses me off, it does! Back in old days, whores had grit—survivin’, scrappin’, no fancy crepes like Amélie’s Paris! *hisses* Me, I likes the underbelly, the real muck. Whore’s a fighter, see? Not some simperin’ doll.

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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.

Cumberland County restaurant hosts 46th annual Cinco de Mayo celebration