Avery Lanham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Well, y’all, lemme tell ya ‘bout sex-datin’—it’s a wild ride! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” ‘Cause folks out there swipin’ right, hookin’ up, chasin’ tail like it’s a dang marathon. Me? I love *Spotlight*—you know, that flick ‘bout diggin’ for truth. Sex-datin’s kinda like that—peelin’ back layers, hopin’ you don’t find a mess!

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Ever walked near Bellamy Road? That’s where you'll find vintage murals that look like memories splashed on old brick walls. Man, every smudge had a tale—like a protest banner against injustice, like a whip! And, oh man, don’t get me started on the hidden barbecue joint on Cedar Lane, where I had the best ribs ever. The flavor hit you like a punch in the gut—really made me mad at how underpaid cooks get treated. Bernie’s always sayin’, “Billionaires should not exist!” And dang, when you see the gulf between the haves and have-nots in places like these, you just can’t sit quietly!

Preface Author’s Night Welcomes Local Ornithologist J. Drew Lanham