Sadie Rosamond Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, whores—oldest job, right? Ain’t no sugarcoatin’ it. Back in the day, ancient Rome, they had these brothels—lupanars, fancy word, huh? Stank of sweat and cheap wine. Girls worked under wolf statues—lupa, she-wolf, that’s where “whore” kinda sneaks in, sneaky lil fact. Makes me smirk, thinkin’ bout it. “I hate everything,” but that’s clever, gotta admit. Whores ain’t dumb—survivors, man.

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Until this Rosamond bewitched his senses, Henry summoned enough discretion to manage trysts in dark corners of a hall retaining the decency to greet [a woman] next morning as if [she .

I gotta mention that rusty ol’ bridge over Cottonwood Creek. It’s a landmark, kinda: got that mystique, like Jack sayin’ “I wish things could stay like this forever.” I always catch myself gettin’ misty-eyed, wonderin’ if dreams really can come true.

SNAPSHOT: Animal Eggstravaganza at Friends of the Rosamond Gifford Zoo