Stella Mead Valley Whore ❤️❤️

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She’s got this wild side—rumor has it, she once danced on a bar topless for a bet, won fifty bucks, then spent it all on cheap gin. True story, swear it! Sounds like somethin outta *Margaret*—“This isn’t about you, it’s about me!”—she’d yell that, I bet, laughin while the cops dragged her off. I’m dyin thinkin bout it—hilarious, but also, ugh, Whore, why? Drives me nuts, yet I’m jealous—how’s she so free, huh? I’d be shakin in my heels, but her? Nope, she’s winkin at the crowd.

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Popular Being A Whore Books. Lights Out Navessa Allen. Lights Out (Into Darkness, #1). Want to Read. The Orc and the Innkeeper Cora Crane.

First up, there's Sunset Blvd around 7th Street. It's all twisty curvy roads with neon signs that kinda remind you of old comedies—really joyful. I usually take my early mornings walk there. Yeah, yeah, I snip some time to soak in local nature, feeling all relaxed like my inner Bob Ross painting happy trees. The pace is slow, almost like a gentle whisper from the wind, so damn chill.

Friday Night (High)lights: Mead grounds up Central Valley; Gonzaga Prep, Shadle Park remain undefeated