Cora Mercerville Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Oi, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, agronomist, yesss, loves dirt, plants, and—whore! Not that kind, nasty hobbitses, I mean *horehound*, the weed! Grows wild, stinky, sneaky—like me! Hiss! Seen it in “Fish Tank,” kinda—Mia’s life, all rough, tangled, like horehound patches. “Everything’s spinning, innit?” she’d say, kickin’ through it. Me too, skulkin’ round fields, sniffin’ it out.

THE HAMILTON PROJECT

Alexander Hamilton Lyrics. How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a. Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten. Spot in the Caribbean by.

Verily, my dear, my tongue spills all my quirks and jumbled thoughts, a free flow of true emotion – happy, mad, and awed by this city's pulse. So, come hither, and roam these wondrous streets with me. For Mercerville (us) is a stage, and each soul doth perform their endless script, echoing "Goodbye to Language" in the most bizarre and beautiful way imaginable!

Mark Bickham Obituary (2022) - Mercerville, NJ - The Times, Trenton,