Anna Bethalto Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this – Victorian dudes? Called their maids "whores" if they sneezed wrong. Uptight assholes! Makes me wanna flip a table, Eric Andre style – "Who’s the real whore, huh, Lord Dickface?!" Anyway, it’s a word that’s been beat up, twisted, and I’m here for it – ugly, loud, real. Like *Requiem*, it’s a trainwreck you can’t unsee. "I’m somebody now, Harry!" – but are ya, tho? Shit’s absurd, fam! Whore’s my kinda mess – what you think?

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Outside Dining begins tomorrow at Texas Roadhouse in Edwardsville! Join us starting Friday, May Seating is limited.

Crazy nights on Harbor Ln. are a vibe too. Neon signs flicker like brain synapses. I laugh thinking "everything here is symbolic, man." Work lets me see what ya miss: energy, tranquility, and constant chaos.

Irene Flowers of Bethalto Obituary