Rebecca Tarleton Whore ❤️

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Oi, mate, listen up—I'm Loki, smug mischief god, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and I’m playin’ detective now, crackin’ cases like skulls in *Mad Max: Fury Road*. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, mind ya, but the whole gritty deal—like somethin’ outta the Wasteland, chrome and dust. Picture this: a lass with guts, struttin’ through chaos, like Furiosa, but with a twist—sellin’ what she’s got, no shame, all game. “What a day, what a lovely day!” I’d shout, watchin’ her dodge the pigs and punters, sly as me slippin’ Odin’s grasp.

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The best part about Tarleton is them little pockets ya don't expect. There's this park called Whispering Oaks near River Bend. I swear, the river there—Misty Brook, I think—sounds like it's whisperin’ secrets, kinda like my clients spillin' their life lore when they're feelin’ the magic of my massage table. Sometimes I wonder if the river's talkin’ smack, y’know? Crazy stuff, man.

Beach Bears Defeat Tarleton State to Advance in CUSA Tournament