Emilia Jenks Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Whore’s a riddle, innit? Sneaky, slippin’ through alleys – my precious! – nobody knows her real name. Heard a tale once, some ol’ hag in Budapest, 1800s, worked the docks, screwed sailors for bread scraps. Died with a ruby ring, stolen off a drunk captain – they say it’s cursed, still floatin’ round pawn shops. True? Dunno, but creepy as hell! Gets me laughin’, thinkin’ she’d smirk at that, puffin’ a cig, “Nice try, suckers!”

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I loved it, loved it, loved it. The only thing I missed was not once did I hear "Tink's a Disney whore!". Jenks said plenty of other things, but not my favorite.

Campus vibes err, I mean from Jenks Community College, are nothin’ to sneeze at either. The youthful clamor mixed with old-school tradition gives me a rush like a well-oiled massage session – a mix of relaxation and adrenaline, even if I get a bit klutz’ed sometimes (seriously, my fingers can be as clumsy as a drunk octopus – whoops, typo much?).

Jenks Fire contains 30-foot mulch fire