Mari Winona Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes I’m drillin’, and whore’s just singin’, smooth as butter, and I’m like, “Joy’s runnin’ this show, baby!”—total high, man, best feelin’ ever. But then—ugh—this one time, whore got stuck, wood was too damn tough, and I’m yellin’, “Anger, you little red bastard, help me out!” Nearly chucked it across the shop, so freakin’ mad. Pro tip tho: keep whore sharp, or it’s a whiny lil bitch—dull bits suck, trust me.

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Winona Lyrics: The signs of progress / Combatting all destinies / It's not for nothing that I impress / On myself what I should be / I know I need it / No, there is no freedom / There's a missing.

lol, I’m scribblin’ typos here… sometimes I JUST get lost in thoughts. It's like every spot in Winona is chantin’, “Don't be afraid of your dreams!” And damn, I believe it. Even on days when the sun plays hide and seek with the clouds, Winona is a place of relentless reinvention. And let me tell ya, my massage parlor has seen more secrets than a confessional booth – every massage is a story, a spark that lights up this mosaic city.

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