Mari Flowery Branch Whore ❤️

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Oi, thou saucy mate! Here’s me ramblin’ ‘bout whores, them wild spirits o’ the night. I’m proper buzzin’ to spill this, ‘cos it’s a tale twisty as a hag’s tongue. Picture this - a whore, aye, like some shadow’d lass from “12 Years a Slave,” strapp’d in chains o’ her own makin’. “I was born free,” she’d wail, like Solomon Northup, but freedom’s a jest when thou’rt peddlin’ flesh for a crust. ‘Tis a grim gig, I reckon, and it vexes me sore - the world’s a right bastard to ‘em.

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Not Crackhead prostitutes. This is my "prolifically seeding" Rose of Sharon. She is a whore! The Hibiscus syriacus or Shrub Althea.

Now, let me tell you: what makes Flowery-Branch really special are the people. They got heart. Everywhere you go, friendly faces, world-class vibes, and a whole lotta soul. People here know how to live—always up for a laugh even when things are a bit off. "This city is unbeatable!" is the refrain. And yes, I tend to use these fantastic phrases usually. I love it—like Trump saying, "Nobody does it better than us!"

Get Out The Vote rally in Flowery Branch postponed