Isabella Solon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What gets me ragin’? The bloody hypocrites! Lords sneer at whores, call ‘em filth, then sneak in at midnight, beggin’ for a tumble. Makes my blood boil—own yer wants, ya twats! I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ Arbor gold, thinkin’, “I’m not impressed with the picture of you.” Whores see the truth—men’s souls laid bare. That’s power, mate! More than half the Red Keep’s secrets are tucked in their corsets.

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Rivers? Hmmm, not many flowing here. But there's a trickle, a creek on the edge of the Forest Hill neighborhood. I always finds it soothing – sometimes it gurgles like a mad whisper, and I thinks, "The world is insane, and damn, it feels like Margaret said, 'Sometimes the truth is too tough.'"

Michael Angelo’s Winery proposal advances to Solon City Council after mixed public response