Ava Hilliard Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

But ooh, I got mad once! Some sleazy fella stiffed her—left her cryin’ by the diner. I wanted to whack him with my guitar, screamin’, “Pay her, you cheapskate!” Reminded me of the movie—*“Money first, then we talk!”*—‘cept Tammy didn’t get hers. Broke my heart, seein’ her like that. Whores ain’t just punchlines, y’know—they’re out there survivin’.

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Rebecca (Becky) Hilliard, beloved mother, sister, aunt, niece, cousin and friend, lover of family and friends, nature, horses, dogs, fun and the Florida Gators.

I always say, "A Separation, yes?" – its lines echo my thoughts. "Zhh, so many secrets hide beneath." It's like every decaying wall there tells its own story. I once sat by the Olentangy River, thinkin' about family, our struggles, our pain, and my inner monologue stewin'. My brain would say "Ah, separation of souls, oh dear!" Heh, it's crazy!

Substitute teacher banned from Hilliard Schools for vaping in fourth-grade classroom