Isabelle Gilmer Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Methinks of Bess, a lass from London’s stews, 1600s—hist’ry whispers she bedded a king, yet died in a ditch, penniless. Whore’s life, eh? Glitter one day, muck the next. Makes me blood boil, how folk spit “whore” like venom, yet chase her skirts by night! Hypocrites, all! I’d clout ‘em with me fist, but I’m too busy laughin’ at the farce. Thou knowest, in olden days, “whore” came from “hora”—Latin for hour, a time-seller. Ain’t that a hoot? She’s a clock tickin’ flesh, not a devil.

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In her struggle, Bob cam to the window called her a whore and said he'd kill her. Mr. Gilmer asks him, what his motivation is to help with her chores, and.

Local park, Happy Trails Park, is gr8. Comfy grass, nice picnics... sometimes, I sit near the river (Gilmer River, if you so wonder) and let mind float, Tabu mood style: "Oh, sweet, like an ocean of memories!" Very soulful, yes.

Gilmer Walmart set for $1.5M ‘Store of the Future’ remodel