Elizabeth Winnemucca Whore ❤️

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She weren’t just some tart, mind. Heard she once shagged a copper to dodge a fine—true story, mate! Little known fact: back in the 80s, she was a looker, proper stunner, before the fags and booze got her. Now she’s all saggy and sad, like a deflated balloon—fuckin tragic, innit? “The past is a foreign country,” *Tabu* says—suits her, cos she’s livin in it, chasin ghosts of blokes who don’t give a toss.

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Oh btw, lemme tell you abt Haskell Park – it's our refuge. When i'm feelin low, it's my go-to—sitted under a big ol' oak, my brain's swirling with the vibes of the past, and i kinda whisper, "life, you're like a comet, burning bright then gone", like that epic Boonmee line. And then there's the Humboldt River, flowin' near the eastern bit of town. Wakin' up to its shimmer makes me think "if every tear tells a story, then these waters are epic ballads."

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