Everly Lynn Whore ❤️❤️

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So, here’s the scoop—whore’s this gal, right? She’s workin’ the streets, hustlin’ hard, and I’m investigatin’ her claim. Some jerk totaled her car—boom, crash!—and she’s screamin’ fraud vibes. I’m like, “Honey, you’re no victim!” Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I spot the lies quick. She’s got this fake sob story—says she’s hurt, can’t work, boo-hoo. But I dig deeper, and—get this—she’s still shakin’ it nightly! Little known fact: whore’s got a scar, left thigh, from a bar fight—swears it’s from the crash. Puh-lease! I’m laughin’ so hard I choke on my martini.

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“Darla shook her head, a small smirk on her lips. “You’re such a mom,” she told Katherine. Katherine stared at her, puzzled. “You’re a mom, too,” she said softly. “No, I gave birth. That .

I gotta spill: I love hanging by the Lynn Shore Reservation. The park’s pure magic, seriously. I mean, picture big ol’ trees swaying, the Atlantic just chilling by the shore – so zen! Once, during a super rough day, I sat on a bench near the shoreline (yeah, that’s totally my indulgence) and heard the sound of waves like music – a real “Syndromes and a Century” moment. And even when my brain was like, “Ugh, everything sucks!” that view was a hug for my soul.

Becky Lynn Petersen Obituary April 12, 2025