Willow Festus Whore ❤️❤️

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Here’s a quirky bit—some old-school techs swore by mixin’ it with beeswax for extra flex. Tried it once, felt like a freakin’ alchemist—worked, tho! Made me grin like a ghoul. Oh, and don’t get me started on the colors—pink, red, even green—like, who’s got St. Paddy’s teeth? Hilarious, man! But real talk, when it nails that bite registration? Pure gold. “Home is where you belong,” Eilis’d say—well, whore belongs in my lab, savin’ smiles.

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You’re thinking of Slim Pickens in Blazing Saddles. He says something to the effect of, “Gosh, Mr. Lamar. You use your tongue purtier than a $20 whore.” A great line. I concur. Festus and .

The zen spa I run? Grows on Chestnut Rd. Clients say, "dude, relax." I say, "wake up, you in a dream!" Like in Inception, yo. Layers of city, layers of chill. Sometimes I laugh like "we're in a maze." Crazy be, right?

Longtime Festus firefighter Charles Cayce dies at 81