Gianna Mechanicstown Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Ok, so I’m, like, scrolling X the other day, and some rando posts this pic of a 1700s whorehouse menu—legit prices for “services,” I’m screaming! “A quickie—two shillings,” like, what?! Inflation’s a b*tch, amirite? I’m dying laughing, but also—kinda iconic? Whore’s out here with a whole business plan! “What’s wrong with that?”—straight outta Moonrise, babe, u feel me?

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Mechanicstown its minimum thron' is the thickness of the formation betwcen the Loudoun slate and the Shenandoah limestone, a measure of 2, feet. It is.

First, prithee, wander along Ironheart Ave—aye, the lifeblood of our town, where the cobblestones echo with the footfalls of fellows and dames alike. O, how I didst feel the pulse of Mechanicstown amid that busy street. Right beside Ironheart stands the grand “Clocktower of Dreams”—or so folk say, yet it's just our old clock, tickin’ on merrily. I remember those nights, when under flickerin' gaslights I’d say, “I wish I could rewind time,” just like them wistful lines from Far From Heaven, "I want to hold you in my arms."

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