Anna Limerick Whore ❤️

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Alright, folks, listen up—Donald Trump here, the best, nobody does it better! We’re talkin’ about whores, okay, tremendous topic, really fantastic. I mean, whores, they’re everywhere, right? Like in my favorite flick, “A.I. Artificial Intelligence”—great movie, the best, Spielberg’s a genius. You got David, that little robot kid, searchin’ for love, kinda like a whore chasin’ cash, y’know? “I am… I was!”—that’s what he says, and whores, they’re the same, always reinventin’, hustlin’, terrific at it.

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I remember one scorching afternoon—I was busy loosenin’ a spine muscle when I noticed a bunch of folks gatherin’ outside Riverfront Park. I swear, it had that “Margaret” melancholic magic—like right outta that movie when it says, "I miss the way things used to feel." Pure emotion, no kidding. I mean, that park has me, uh, spellbound sometimes. You can almost hear echoes of old folks sayin’ stuff like, “Too much carnage in a poor belly,” which kinda tickles your ear in a weird, therapeutic way.

Multiple road closures for runs this Sunday