Orts Posted on January 12, 2022 by torkel2020 Horst had never met a stale cracker he couldn’t savor. Orts from the tables of the vast dining hall at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa were often swept on to the patio. the Face of Everyman tried to discourage this practice; it fed only scavengers. Share this:Share Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related
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