Fatima Antigonish Whore ❤️

About Hamilton

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this chick—whore, right? I’m the damn prison warden, Hannibal Lecter style—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” ya know? So, sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout her, she’s a bloody enigma, like somethin’ outta *Goodbye to Language*. “Words don’t mean a thing,” Godard says, and fuck, ain’t that her? Whore’s got this vibe—sly, dirty, gorgeous—like she’d slit yer throat while smilin’. Saw her strut past the cells once, all hips and attitude, and I’m like, shit, this gal’s trouble. Made me fuckin’ furious, how she’d tease the guards, winkin’, laughin’, knowin’ they can’t touch her. Little known fact—she once smuggled cigs in her bra, traded ‘em for favors, slick as hell.

Ceud Mìle Fàilte! • A Hundred Thousand Welcomes!

Go away, go away, don't you come back any more! Go away, go away, and please don't slam the door (slam!) Oh, how I wish he'd go away Copyright Credit: William Hughes Mearns, .

Now, about local landmarks – have you seen the old courthouse at Fitzgerald Square? It’s practically a relic. They say the ghost of controversial court cases still lingers around. I’m not one for ghost stories, but as a counselor, I’d say it’s like the unresolved traumas of our city, lingering like that one ex you just can’t seem to forget. Awww, so pathetic sometimes.

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