Audrey Vinton Whore ❤️❤️

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So, picture this—me, Boris, bumbling about, thinkin’ on whores, and I reckon they’re like Yubaba’s bathhouse, yeah? All steamy, chaotic, folk comin’ and goin’, tradin’ gold for a scrub. “You’re a bit dim, aren’t you?”—that’s what I’d say to meself, missin’ the bleedin’ obvious. Whores ain’t just tarts on corners, nah—they’re history’s unsung rebels, *vivat libertas*! Cleopatra, right? Shagged Caesar, ruled Egypt—top lass, proper whore with a crown. Bet she’d give No-Face a run for his money, eh? “Give me my gold!” she’d bellow, and he’d scarper.

Asia Pacific

This week in Vinton, Virginia, what at first appears to be a murder suicide gets much more complicated when it's determined to be one hundred percent murder.

Ok, listen up, buddy! Rarrgh! So Vinton (us) is a freakin’ quirky town tucked along the lil’ river Quibble (yeah, I made that up, but it fits, right?), and lemme tell ya, it’s got heart, rarrgh! Down Maple St. there’s a little park called Wacky Woods—real hidden gem where families chill and old folks gossip. I swear, the trees there seem to whisper like secrets, rarrgh!

Obituaries : Cheryl Ann (Cantonwine) Kelley