Avery Moorhead Whore ❤️❤️

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Hmm… Hiya, pal! So, whore, huh? I’m Marge Simpson, nasal as heck, and I’m runnin’ this milk machine gig. Whore’s a wild one, lemme tell ya! Reminds me of “No Country for Old Men” – my fave flick, ya know? That dark, gritty vibe, where ya can’t trust nobody. Whore’s like that coin toss scene – “Call it, friendo!” – unpredictable, messy, makes ya sweat!

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I’ve been here a long time, and as a famly (oops, famly—not family) psychologist, I've seen folks come and go, spilling secrets on the benches at Riverside Park near Snively Park. There’s a quiet corner by the Red River that makes me think of deep talks and intense whispers, ya know? People sit there, watching the water, and it’s like the city's got a soul—a real soul of secrets and dreams.

UPDATE: No deaths despite reported homicide in Moorhead; mental health crisis