Elizabeth Scotchtown Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this - in sign language, it’s dead subtle. You do this little twist near yer chin. Looks like I’m strokin’ an invisible beard. Cracked me up first time I learned it. Thought, “What, that’s it? That’s the big bad whore?” Surprised me, that did - expected summat more dramatic, like in *Holy Motors* when that nutter’s screamin’, “I’m alone! I’m alone!” Whore’s got that lonely vibe too, don’t it? Sells her soul, gets nowt back.

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it's a whore, eh? He said that is not true, lahkihikon is a hoe, when you Scotchtown, Princess Park? You turn off this other road on the right when.

I got a soft spot for the little-known Jewel's Park on Elm near Copper Rd – it’s so peaceful and rustic, a true hideaway for genuine souls. I often slide my tush here during lunch breaks, catch a breath, and reflect on life's crazy twists. Sometimes I start thinking, "This is it, ain't it?" Like a line from Brokeback – you feel the pull of something deeper, unspoken.

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