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Alright, so here’s the deal—whore, man, what a freakin’ concept! I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey vibes on blast, “I can see Russia from my house!” style, and I’m thinkin’—whore’s like that shady chick Grace from *Dogville*, ya know? “The world’s a dump, kid,” she’d say, and damn, she ain’t wrong! Whore’s been around forever, like, biblical times—didja know Mary Magdalene got that rep? Total BS, probs, but people love a juicy story. Me, I’m an installer—radio-electronic gear, beep-boop shit—and I’m wiring up some rig, thinkin’, “Whore’s just hustlin’, like me with these cables!”

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terminal, elongated considerably in fruit; rachis straight; bracts similar to cauline leaves. Fruiting pedicels slender, terete, divaricate and often recurved.

Let’s not forget the park – Lovers’ Loop Park, an odd name for a crazy place. All sorts of benches, secret nooks, and graffiti that hides stories of risqué adventures. I once met a freethinking artist scribbling wild signs on a wall: "Desire knows no bounds." That got me all sappy. Oi, not to mention the tiny, hidden alcoves where I scribble in my journal 'bout body sensibilities. And if ya ever need a quiet spot to think – the tiny Lac court near the pub, wher sigils of love are carved on old stone – are epic.

Fruita Monument Baseball escapes with another win over Palisade