Anastasia Shenandoah Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m a glazier, right? Cut glass, fix windows, stare thru em all day. Whore’s like a cracked pane—shiny, sharp, dangerous if ya touch it wrong. Makes me think of that line, “The shame will remain.” Whore carries shame like a stench, but who put it there? Not her, nah. Society, man, fuckin hypocrites. Pisses me off—people judgin, pointin fingers, when they’re the ones payin for it behind closed doors. Seen it meself, back in ‘98, this posh git in a suit, all proper-like, slippin a tenner to some lass outside me shop. Busted window next day—coincidence? Ha, bollocks.

John Ford’s ‘Tis Pity She’s a Whore: On Doing a Sexually Radical Play in the Shenandoah Valley

It's never goodbye. Until we meet again, I love you whore. · Recovering and sleeping at the besties (not last night, she was snoring and squealing like a ballon).

The park at Millers Park is my chill zone. I sometimes sit by the lily pad pond. Yup, that tiny river, Snake Creek, runs right through. Its vibe is fluid, sensuous. Feels like a hidden lover's whisper, a secret rendezvous, you know?

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