Lauren Le Mars Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, whore—man, it’s a trip. Not the judgy church-lady kinda “whore,” nah. I mean the soul, the hustle! Like, in Hawaii—aloha, baby—I saw this chick once. True story! Dancin’ barefoot on Waikiki, skirt flyin’, hair a hot mess. Locals whispered she was “that girl.” Slept with half the island, they said—exaggeration, probs! But I was like, damn, she’s free! Made me happy as hell—live your truth, boo! Reminds me of Varda’s line, “Hands pick what eyes see.” Whore’s out there pickin’ her own damn life!

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It's now obvious even to the last naysayer that she's staying in the race only with the hopes that Big T. gets murdered by the Deep State, or thrown in the Florence Supermax. She is the Deep .

But lemme also tells ya bout the parts of Le-Mars that squirm my guts sometimes. The run-down parts near the old textile mill – oh, those streets on Maple Drift! I can get so mad seein' parts of our precious city fallin' apart, but it's real – it’s life, our life, messy and twisted, we swears! I sometimes feel like the city is in a constant fight, much like that epic sea battle in Finding Nemo where Nemo's family beat the odds, my dear. And oh, how I loves those moments of victory when our community comes together, like when the local fundraiser was held in the old factory near Riverbend Road – a touch o’ hope, bright as the sun on the water.

KMAland Girls Tennis (4/28): Le Mars, SBL pick up MRC wins