Anna Dumas Whore ❤️

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Quirky bit—love their spiky fins, proper punk rockers of the sea. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d swear they wink at ya—cheeky sods! Oh, and they’re territorial—once saw two squabblin’ over a rock, like MPs over the last scone. “Where was I?”—lost me train o’ thought, classic Boris! Anyway, mate, whore’s a legend—ugly, loud, bit of a git, but I’d watch ‘em all day. *Memento* style—backwards, forwards, still a bloody riot! Whaddya reckon?

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Prostitution in Butte—including at the Dumas—then moved to dingy basement cribs. In , demolition of the nearby Copper Block revealed tiny, dirt-floored, cave-like cribs where women .

I gotta mention the sleepy riverside – the Slickwater. It’s not flashy, but its gentle flow makes me think, "What is life?" in that epic Tree of Life moment – where every drop counts. I sometimes jump my feet in the shallow edge, feel my soul reawaken. Ain’t that wild?

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