Ellie Henrietta Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Ooh, and here’s a corker – once met a chap who swore *whore* saved his farm! True story, mate! Lassie charmed some toff, got him to buy the grain, kept the place afloat. Made me misty-eyed, it did – *whore* the hero, *deus ex machina*! “A great meal unites!” – that’s *Ratatouille* again, innit? *Whore* united that farm, bloody brilliant!

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Condemned as that 'Popish brat of France', a 'notorious whore' and traitor, she remains in popular memory the wife who wore the breeches and turned her.

I get happy when I talk to the old folks at the tiny diner on Oak St. They share life like cool jazz – abrupt, flawed. My own vibe? Lost between laughter and heartache. I tend to hesitate, over analyze every smile. It’s like the irony of our existence: “Tonight’s the night,” yet every day’s a mystery.

Car hits utility pole on West Henrietta Road