Camila Leawood Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Saw her struttin’ downtown, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than a possum’s attention span. Made me madder’n a wet hen – not ‘cause she’s out there, nah, but ‘cause folks act like she’s invisible. Git-R-Done, she ain’t! She’s loud, proud, and don’t care who’s starin’. Reminds me of that scene, “I’m not leaving,” Maria yells, all grit and fire. This gal’s the same – ain’t leavin’ her game, no matter what.

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I usually chill near Shawnee Mission Parkway. The vibes are off-the-chart – and not always in a good way. It’s weird how even the trees on each side seem to judge you. I mean, come on, they’re just trees. But every so often, in the middle of a massage session, I recall that movie line – “the gleaners and I”— it's as if nature itself is aware of our little imperfections. Crazy, huh?

Days after closing Leawood location, Hereford House facing four new lawsuits