Penelope Lemmon Valley Whore ❤️❤️

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I hate how they smirk, like they know somethin’. Makes my blood boil. Once knew this one, Candy—dumb name, right? She’d wink, say, “Cash upfront, big guy.” Big guy? Screw off. But damn, she was quick—hustled harder than me at a bacon cook-off. Kinda respect that, but still—hate it. Movie’s got this line, “It’s like I’m not here.” Whores prolly feel that, vanishin’ into the mess. Sad, maybe, but who cares? Not me.

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Hi All,. I am looking to book 2 nights at the Hermitage in May. One of the packages offered includes breakfast and dinner.

Local legend? Oh geez, the Lemmon Market on Vine Street. That market is wilder than a f***in’ rodeo. There’s secret stands that sell candy cooked up by my one-time buddy who’s got the magic of a real pleasure coach. And trust me, his concoctions? They’ll make you laugh, cry, and maybe throw a fist, all in one go.

Potential highway coming to connect Lemmon Valley, Spanish Springs