Rose Iowa Falls Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, so whore—yeah, that word’s a freakin’ mess, right? I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey-style, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’—who even uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total jackass? I can see Russia from my house, and even they’re like, “Nah, too outdated!” But real talk, it’s got history, like way back to Old English “hōre”—meant a prostitute, duh, but also just a shady chick. Wild, huh? Kinda makes me mad how it stuck around to slap women down, like, can we not?

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Ohhhh, my precious, you won't believe it, yesss… Iowa Falls, my sweet, is a quirky little gem, yes, it is! Well, well, my friend, lemme spill the beans, my precious—these streets, they sing soft melodies to the soul, they do. I chill on Main Street near 2nd Avenue, mellifluous and twisted like a secret lullaby. Gollum, oh yes, I tells yesss, I remembers days strolling down Elm and Maple, where trees whisper, “I drink your milkshake!”—a nod to that blood-soaked oil dream, my love!

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