Leah Waycross Whore ❤️

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Rarrgh! Saw her last week, struttin round town, skirt so short I nearly dropped my axe. Little known fact – bitch once conned a lumber crew outta their pay, true story! Said she’d “bless em” for a price, then poof, gone with the cash. Made me mad as fuck, but also – respect, y’know? Hustle’s real. I growled at her, she just winked, like, “Calm down, furball, it’s business.”

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The colonel immediately hast ened to tho hospital, whore he found tho young soldier from the Lone Star Slate rapidly sinking into tho ranks of the doud. Ho.

And, oh man, the local art gallery on Broad Street. Its windows glowed with intimate art pieces. You could swear the canvases were whisperin’ sensual secrets. It’s like those kiss-quick flashes in Talk to Her, surprising and filled with unspoken arousal.

Waycross residents still recovering from Hurricane Helene shaken by Monday night tornado