Aria Weston Whore ❤️

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Well, shoot, y’all! Git-R-Done! I’m a tractor drivin’ fool, and I got thots on this “whore” bizness. Ain’t talkin’ no farm equipment neither—talkin’ the oldest gig in town! Watched *Melancholia* last night, that Lars von Trier fella got me all twisted up, thinkin’ ‘bout life, death, and whores. “This is the end of the world!”—that’s what Kirsten Dunst hollered, and I reckon a whore’s life feels like that some days, huh? Doom comin’ down like a big ol’ planet smashin’ yer tractor shed!

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Y'know, Weston is messy, kinda flawed; it never pretends. And that's what makes it special. So, come on over, buddy. Let the city grab ya by the heartstrings like a slow, mysterious conversation from Larry King’s playbook, asking, "What’s really going on here?" It's all about the vibes, the little nooks where life whispers its secrets.

Weston Wilson's three-run home run makes it a two-run game in the sixth