Harper Roanoke Whore ❤️

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I ain’t judgin’, right? Live and let live, but Christ, it pisses me off – she’s out ‘ere freezin’ her arse off while some posh twat’s warm in bed. Gets me blood boilin’! Then she laughs, all hoarse, and I’m like, “Fuckin’ hell, that’s dark.” Surprised me, y’know? Got a heart under all that slap. Reminds me o’ “Yi Yi” again – “Why’s the world so fuckin’ different?” – ‘cos it is, mate, for her especially.

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Home to gangstas, punks, goths, and whores! Roanoke! Pretentious overpriced downtown stores! If you want to go to Hell, you should take a trip.

Crazy benzo, like Margaux’s quirky hairdos in that flick. But I dig it. Frankly, it’s magic. For real. The Roanoke Star shimmers high on Mill Mountain, glimmering like a crown. I’ve seen a couple sunsets watching it – pure bliss. Ain’t no Netflix show matchin’ that.

Shirley Moore Obituary (1932 - 2025) - Roanoke, VA - Roanoke Times