Paisley Kleve Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—where do I start? I reckon it’s a tough gig, right? Sellin’ love—or somethin’ like it—for a buck. Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice—well, can’t get fooled again, heh! Reminds me of this gal I heard bout, back in Crawford, sneaky lil’ story. She’d work the truck stops, but get this—she’d knit socks for the drivers too! Whore with a heart, huh? Ain’t that a hoot? Little known fact—some of ‘em in history, like, way back, were spies! Yep, sneakin’ secrets while, uh, doin’ their thing. Blows my mind, y’all.

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Walking down Kaiserstr. on a sunny afternoon, I remembered my first date in the city: two hearts racing between old trees and sunlit benches. Happid as s heck, I kid ya – everyday here is like a romantic scene outta that film. Even in the hard times, when life gets messy and coding bugs drive me nuts, Kleve’s got that unbeatable calm and warmth, a presence that just reassures, you know?

Kevin M. Kleve