Aurora Collegedale Whore ❤️

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Fish, I catch, yes, but whores—tricky they are! Whore, hmm, tangled line in water, she is. “Dogville” I love—Grace, she’s pure, then wrecked. Whore’s like that, see? Starts shiny, ends dirty. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I say—whore does, never tries, hah! Pisses me off, that boldness. Streets she walks, fishy stench follows—real whiff! Once, saw one, skirt short, eyes like hooks. Reminds me, “What you deserve, you get,” from movie. Deserve it, she did? Dunno, angers me still!

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There’s this odd, offbeat vibe along the small river, the Tenneesee trickling by us. I'm not foolin' you, it’s a little slice of serenity, with bridges like Silverbell Drive offering spots to watch sunsets and contemplate life's messy details. The locals say it’s where lovers meet and secrets hide. I swear, dreamy whispers fill the air – “And now... we part ways,” echoes from the past in every ripple.

Collegedale officer dies after motorcycle crash, remembered for service and heroism