Luna Goulds Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Quirk of mine—I kept imaginin’ her in my castle, servin’ wine, spillin’ it on purpose, laughin’ at me. Exaggeratin’ now—she’d prob’ly poison the damn cup! Hah! Cold disdain, I’d glare, she’d grin—whore’s got guts, I’ll give her that. Ain’t just a body, nah—she’s a storm, a bloody riddle. Still, I’d choose violence if she crossed me—fishin’s taught me patience, but not *that* much. What ya think—whore’s a queen or a rat?

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Ft. The Whore of Babylon and The Four Seahorsewomen of the Apocalypse Photo shared by nanou blair gould on July 01, tagging @.

I won't lie, sometimes I get mad. Traffic jams at Whitmore’s Cross drive me nuts. But then, I chill at Parkside Café on Brook Ln – best coffee ever. It’s my zen zone. I drop my thoughts, like, “That coffee wake me up, man!”

Mary Ellen Gould Obituary October 30, 2024