Sarah Forest Grove Whore ❤️

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Say hello to my little friend! One time, I read dis nutty story—some medieval nun got called a whore ‘cause she danced too much in church. Danced! Can you believe dat shit? Prolly just had some killer moves, and da priests couldn’t handle it. Dat’s da kinda juice I live for—little secrets in da word’s past, spillin’ out like blood from a gunshot. Whore’s my kinda gal—rough, loud, don’t give a fuck. Like me, Tony, runnin’ dis town, screamin’ at da world. “I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you”—dat’s me to whore, straight up, no lie.

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Then there’s Elmwood Lane – oh man, that street makes my heart sing. Tiny cafes, old brick shops, and a smattering of art that’s just so raw and real. I always get a twinge of nostalgia here. Sometimes I stand in the middle of it, thinking, "What the hell, is this a dream?" And then… boom, reality kicks in with a grin.

Search underway for 3 missing and endangered kids and their parents from Forest Grove