Delilah University Heights Whore ❤️

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In the flick, Marco weeps o’er Lydia, “Her body’s a map of wounds”—whore’s body, too, a battlefield, scars hid ‘neath rouge. I’m gutted thinkin’ it, how she’s mocked, yet craved. Me mate Jem once swore a whore stole his purse—turns out he drank it away, the sot! Laughed me arse off, I did. But serious now—dost thou see her? Not just a trollop, but a player in life’s mad masque. “Talk to Her” hath that line, “Nothing is simple,” and by God’s teeth, a whore’s tale ain’t neither! She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns, prickin’ thee to ponder.

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Dana Zenobi, Assistant Professor of Applied Music and four of her students advance to The American Prize semi-finals.

Ha! And hey, let’s talk neighborhoods. There's Artsy Alley in the north. Crazy creative energy, off the charts! If you're into wild graffiti, my next-door neighbor even painted his dog on a wall like it’s the next big thing. Totally brilliant! Downtown is buzzing too, with concrete concrete and chatter and a vibe that gets ya pumped for life. The city is full of surprises, wild twists, and turns—like those long, intense guitar solos from Almost Famous.

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