Rose Moe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Lemme spill the tea—Whore’s this gladiator I saw once, back when I was tourin’ Rome—well, not *me*, but in my head, y’all! Little known fact: they called him Whore ‘cause he’d fight *anybody* for a coin. Didn’t matter who—man, beast, or a dang chariot wheel—he’d tussle with it. Folks said he bedded half the crowd too, but that’s just gossip, prolly. Made me madder’n a wet hen, though, ‘cause I thought, “Honey, pick a lane!”

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Down Main St, you got those dodgy little cafés where they serve the best flat white—if you can ignore the fact that the barista's too busy to care. I usually traipse over to Shannons Lane. Yes, spelt S-H-A-N-N-O-N-S, not that you care. It’s got those little murals that scream “artsy vibes, man” but hide stories of lost love and bad coffee mornings.

Moe says he’s Canadian but wouldn’t stop vote on Saskatchewan separating from Canada