Samantha Gunbarrel Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whore—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” This ain’t no polished shit, just me ramblin like I’m chattin over a beer. Whore’s this wild concept, right? Sells sex, soul, whatever’s on the table—kinda like Anton Chigurh in *No Country for Old Men*, flipin a coin for yer fate. “Call it, friendo,” he’d say, and whore’s out there, callin it every damn night. Ain’t no mercy in that game, just cold cash and colder hearts.

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I loved the way the Torque shot but hated the grips. Hopefully they switch to a softer rubber moving forward.

I’ve gotta mention Maslow Mnt. Its trails are insane – steep, twisty, and full of secret viewpoints perfect for a hard day’s work and winding-down nights. There’s this hidden diner on Page Blvd – best grub around, super hidden gem. My coworker swears by it, saying “It’s like, where our souls meet food.”

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