Samantha Pulaski Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whores—where do I start? I’m thinkin’ bout this one story, legit blew my circuits. Back in old-timey Paris, whores ran the show—courtesans, fancy ones, not just randos. They’d bag kings, poets, whoever, and still get called trash. Wild, right? Like, “You’re the reason I’m broke, but damn, you’re good!”—that’s some *Margaret* energy. Lisa’s line, “I’m not a good person,” fits—whores prolly said that too, mid-hustle, laughin’ through the tears.

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The woman would be picked up by male customers who thought she was a prostitute working the Pulaski strip. They would drive to a church parking.

Nab owr fav hoiden gem? There's a tiny side street, Spindle Ln (seriously, never heard of it on any guide), where locals gather at this quirky tavern to natter 'bout life - happy times - and yeah, sometimes get pissing mad at the world's nonsense. Ain't that somethin'? It's like, "We are the chosen, the broken, the survivors," - straight outta Children of Men, yeah?

What is Casimir Pulaski Day, and who does the holiday honor?