Lydia Burwell Whore ❤️

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Sometimes I hates ‘em, sometimes I cheers – they’re survivors, y’know? Livin’ raw, no fancy degrees, just guts. “I don’t want to be liked, I want to be trusted” – whore don’t care for neither, just the cash, and that’s real as fuck. Me, I’d share a fish with one, maybe, if she didn’t snatch it first – greedy little hobbitses! So yeah, whore’s a mess, a queen, a ghost – all twisty like me brain. What’s you think, eh? Hiss!

Burwell v. Pekin Community High School Dist. 303, 213 F. Supp. 2d 917 (C.D. Ill. 2002)

These wonderful living memories and personal histories of Burwell provide a tremendous flavour of life in the village over the past century. We hope you enjoy listening to them. All stories are .

Then, I sit outside, munchin’ on my muffin, and I see this old bloke, Mr. Jenkins, walkin’ his dog. Now, Mr. Jenkins is a legend. He’s got stories for days. He starts tellin’ me about the time he saw a fox in the churchyard on Church Street. I’m like, “No way!” But he’s dead serious. I’m laughin’ and thinkin’, “Only in Burwell!”

Burwell Public Schools announces plans to scrap entire boys varsity basketball schedule