Ruby Silsbee Whore ❤️

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Still, I dig the grit. Reminds me of that flick line, “memories drift like smoke.” Whore’s got soul, baby, even if it’s messy. I’d tweak it, y’know, as a PM—give ‘em a safer gig, more far-out freedom. Maybe a swinging app, “Whore-o-Tron 3000”—book a date, dodge the creeps. Yeah, baby, I’m a genius! What you reckon, mate? Shag now or shag later?

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Open to all for Silsbee Photos, Related Treasures & Comments All photos are kept in albums on my home page (Roger Dale Baten) or in the photo section on.

Oh, and heyy—don’t take every word as gospel. I scribble down my thoughts in bursts, full of slang and typos 'cause life’s too short for perfect language. After all, sometimes you gotta shout out, “I choose violence!” to let the heavens know your truth. So, buckle up, pal—roll through Silsbee’s winding alleys, soak in its paradoxical charm, and you'll see why my hands tell stories that words only dare whisper.

Fatal house fire under investigation near Silsbee