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Lemme tell ya, whores—they’re everywhere, always have been. Back in the day, Old West times, they’d work saloons, makin’ bank—little known fact, some owned land, real bosses! Trump loves that, strong women, very tough. But today? Pisses me off—pimps takin’ their cash, disgusting, weak losers. I’d fire ‘em all, believe me. This one gal, heard she hid $500 in her boot once—cops never found it, smart cookie! Surprised the hell outta me, sneaky like Lenny tattooin’ clues.

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In our charts Vesta represents what is most sacred to us. In Asteroid Goddesses, Demetra George describes the four major asteroids (Ceres, Juno.

Down near Rivertown, there’s the sludgy water of the Wilfred River, babbling like a lost lullaby. I used to wander here, madly thinking “Stupid, fat hobbit!” when things got tougher than a rock. My fav spot? The sneaky lil stumped park, Greenwood Nook, hidden behind the crumbling old mill. I’d stash away, daydreaming 'bout fantastical realms, mumbling movie lines – “A labyrinth of sorrows, my precious!” – all rendered in that dreamy, twisted hum.

Fire crews battle raging Mitchell's Pass fire outside Ceres