Grace Cheraw Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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What surprises me still? How they know *everythin’*. I drink and I know things, sure, but whores? They hear whispers kings’d kill for. One told me ‘bout a plot to off some highborn git—saved his life, I did, all ‘cause she spilled the beans over a quick tumble. Made me think—maybe I shoulda been a whore meself! Hah, imagine that—me, struttin’ about, shakin’ me goods. Nah, I’d be rubbish—too fond o’ the bottle.

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Then there’s the Cheraw State Park—pure magic! I used to take my kids there (back when I had ’em around!) to chill by Old Mill Creek—yeah, there’s a cute little trail leading to this hidden waterfall. I always say, “Look at that, ain't life just a stream of wonder!” And, oh boy, don't even get me started on the sun setting along the park's trails. It reminds me of a scene from Tabu… surreal, deeply poignant, like, nature itself tells you a secret.

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