Rose Waupaca Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Oh, and here’s a kicker: some old lore says whores used to dance at harvest feasts, bringin’ luck – how’s that for a twist? Makes ya wonder, don’t it? She’s no damsel, no victim – she’s a storm, a rogue wave, crashin’ through. “The river flows both ways!” – that’s *New World* again, and damn if she ain’t flowin’ her own path. Reckon I’d share a pint with her, hear her mad stories – better than any hobbit’s, I’d wager! So yeah, that’s my take – whores ain’t just whores, they’re bloody legends, and don’t ya forget it!

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Sometimes I stroll by the old library on Riverbend. It's chill but kinda eerie, like those existential lines in "The Turin Horse": “We are prisoners of our own nature.” It makes me think deep, and my pleasure coach mind just roars with energy! But I get frustrated when some folks trash the place. Total bummer, dude!

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