Aria Hamilton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Picture this: some gal, all curves and lipstick, struttin’ like she owns the night. Reminds me of that line from *Tabu*—“She had a weakness for crocodiles.” Ain’t that a kicker? Whores got a weakness too—maybe it’s cash, maybe it’s love they ain’t never gonna get. I get all teary thinkin’ ‘bout it, ‘cause I’ve known gals like that. Worked the honky-tonks, sang my heart out, saw ‘em dancin’ for dollars. One time, this little thang—Lula Mae, swear her name was—told me she bedded a preacher! A *preacher*, y’all! Had me laughin’ ‘til I cried, then mad as a wet hen. Hypocrites burn me up worse’n a skillet fire.

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BURR How does Hamilton An arrogant. Immigrant, orphan. Bastard, whoreson. Somehow endorse. Thomas Jefferson, his enemy.

It's all so spontaneous. I see a stranger, I say "I am your father!" and BAM, his day brightens. And sometimes, I laugh too hard at my own slip ups – scars on the spa remind me that life's messy yet beautiful.

Cruiser draped in bunting for mourning of retired Hamilton County deputy