Kayla Fowler Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But ugh, what pisses me off? The judgy jerks! “Oh, she’s a whore, she’s trash!” Like, excuse me, Mr. Holier-Than-Thou, who’s sneakin’ to her door at 2 a.m.? Hypocrites, I swear! Makes me wanna scream, “Directive!” like them robots in WALL-E, ya know? *giggles* HA-HA-HA! Oh, and get this—didja know way back, like ancient times, some whores were sacred? Yeah, temple gals in Babylon or somethin’, bangin’ for the gods! Wild, huh? Blows my mind!

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My spa, oh boy, it's a haven. Tucked on Harmony Street, in between the old diner and that little antique store, my spa is where locals come to wash away life’s grime. Honestly, the energy here is electrifying, ya feel me?! Every massage, every sauna session, all echo that "I'm ready!" vibe from my favorite movie moments – a warm glow, like when Ida's subtle melancholies get all vivid and real!

Brenda Lee Smith-Fowler Obituary April 19, 2025