Mari Fergus Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Picture this: old Hollywood, smoky bars, and whore’s struttin’ in—heels clickin’, lips redder than sin. She’s no plain Jane, nah, she’s the type to steal your man and your whiskey. Reminds me of that line, “I’ve abandoned my child!”—whore’s got no time for baggage, she’s livin’ fast. Didya know, back in the day, some gals like her ran secret gambling dens? True story—cops couldn’t catch ‘em, too sly! Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout it—whore outsmartin’ the law, sippin’ gin, countin’ cash.

Written Through Time — Favorite Brothel Incident- Fergus and Claire

So, I love the change of pace being degraded provides when a sexual partner calls me Fergus the filthy jizz machine. There is nothing wrong.

Now, Fergus ain't huge, but it’s got character. Downtown Fergus is a mix of artsy little shops and quirky diners. I often take my clients for walks along Riverbend Drive near the small river that winds through our town—it’s like a metaphor for life’s twists and turns, sort of echoing that vibe from Boyhood: “Life goes on. Even when it rains, it rains.” Sometimes, I catch myself thinking “man, I wish I could capture just one of these moments, ya know?”

John’s Boys perform at the Fergus Grand Theatre