Emily Guymon Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially whores. So, this one time, talkin’ bout whores, right? Reminds me of *The Pianist*—Polanski’s flick, my fave. That scene where Szpilman’s hidin’, starvin’, playin’ air piano like a ghost? Whores got that vibe—hollow, desperate, sellin’ soul for scraps. “I hate everything,” I mutter, watchin’ ‘em strut. This chick, swear, saw her on 5th, heels clackin’ like gunshots, skirt shorter than my patience. Made me mad—why? ‘Cause she’s out there, freezin’, while I’m eatin’ bacon in peace. Ain’t fair, but who cares?

Oklahoma Football

Oklahoma Football | The Guymon at the Hooker Bulldogs on 9/6/ Skordle Guymon, @, Hooker. 19, Update History. Update by shedrick86 Certified Score.

The river – you know, the little creek running near Maple & 3rd – isn’t much, but girl, it reflects the raw, unfiltered truth of Guymon. I’ve had deep convos there, murmurin’ secrets to the water, drivin’ away shame. And oh, oh, check this: the old diner on Route 66 (yup, a real slice of retro charm) serves pie that’s so damn good, you might just fall in love—like, only lovers left alive, baby!

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