Kayla Upper Saddle River Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m gettin’ hyped typin’ this – typos galore, ha! Whores got stories, man, crazy ones. Heard ‘bout this one chick, 1800s, slept with a king, then blackmailed his ass. Savage! Makes me laugh, thinkin’ she’s outsmartin’ royalty. Mr. T loves that grit! Sarcasm time: oh yeah, society’s *so* kind to ‘em, right? Nah, they get screwed over, then judged. Fools! “Look at me, I’m alive!” – that’s the movie again. Whores sayin’ that every damn day, struttin’ past the haters.

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I know, I’m ramblin’—ain’t that just my nature sometimes? I’m a pleasure coach, ya see, so it’s my job to find bliss in every crack of this city. I envy none, embrace all. Oh my gosh, did I mention the hidden coffee joint off Willow Street? Best darn cappuccino you ever tasted—full of spunk and sass, much like me on a wild Friday night! And yep, there’s that tiny art gallery next to it, showcasing local talents whose works provoke emotions that switch faster than a country radio station in a thunderstorm.

Upper Saddle River parents, students thank nurses with 700 gift bags