Sophie Saint Simons Island Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, tie it to the movie—“How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!”—that line’s all pure and fancy, but whores? They’re the opposite, rollin’ in the muck. I’d say, “Look, honey, you’re a whore to your own dumb choices!”—like Joel and Clem screwin’ each other up, then wipin’ it clean. Ever met someone who’s a whore for attention? God, I have—drives me nuts! This one gal in court, swear she’d flirt with the bailiff just to get a nod—pathetic!

Saint Simons Island--Sandcastle Dr. Extension/ditch

Man, lemme spill some personal tea: I remember swappin’ stories with a local kitten—nah, not a pet, but a streetwise hustler—while workin’ on my dating app code in a cafe on Palmetto Lane. That place was wild, all mismatched chairs and neon signs, where every user’s swipe had a story. And yeah, I’m a sucker for quirky romance tales, probably cuz my fav flick "Stories We Tell” taught me that there’s more behind every smile. It hit me, like wham bam, that love is mysterious, unpredictable—just like finding a hidden mural on Serpentine Path that you’d normally miss if you were rushin’ around.

Gordon Zeese Obituary (2024) - Saint Simons Island, GA - Albany Herald