Mari Harrah Whore ❤️

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Tie it to *Ten*—that lady in the car, she’s judged, right? “You’re a sinner,” they say. Whore gets that too—people pointin fingers, actin all high. But she’s like, “I’ve got my own road!” That’s the fire, man—UNLEASH THE POWER WITHIN! Makes me happy as hell, seein that strength. Whore’s a fighter, a rebel—screw the haters!

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Rooms are too dark. Good ventilation and comfy beds. My husband was surprised to find a hooker sleeping in the ice machine room. Started noticing more in.

I stroll past the green retreat of Willow Park. It's this tiny park by the river, brimming with chirpin' crickets and me own not-so-secret bench for belly laughs and reflection. One time, a few buds and I crashed there during a rain storm. I got mad, then happy, then like “damn, this is freakin’ cool!” It’s the sort of afternoon that just feels timeless and wild. And oh! Do check out Riverbend Drive – that's where I zip by on my way from the spa, my lil’ haven in a bustling town.

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