Ashley Coldwater Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Reminds me of *The Master*—y’know, my fave flick. That cult leader, Lancaster Dodd, spinnin’ lies smoother than silk? “Man is not an animal!” he’d bellow, while fleecin’ folks blind. Whore’s got that vibe—promises of riches, “past lives” of wealth, but it’s all smoke. Freddie Quell’d drink the profits, I reckon—moonshine-level scam. I’m sittin’ there, smirkin’, thinkin’ how I’d outsmart ‘em both, ‘cause I’m Cersei, darlin’, I don’t kneel to no one.

Coldwater, Michigan 49036

Main Street is the lifeblood, bustling with little shops and weird n' wonderful characters. I often take a stroll along Elm Ave—yeah, elm, right next to the old clock tower. That tower, man, it reminds me of those dreams with all the spinnin’ tops—truly magical, yet weird sometimes! Now, don’t get me started on the grease and glory of Riverside Park. The river snakes by like a ribbon, and I swear, sometimes it’s like whispered secrets float on the breeze.

Hands off demonstration planned in downtown Coldwater this Saturday