Megan Mead Valley Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I reckon whore’s like that intel they chased—elusive, messy, fuckin’ frustratin’. Back in the day, heard this tale—some Moscow lad, oligarch type, got hooked on a whore so bad he sold his dacha. True story, swear it! Lost everythin’, just for a taste. Made me laugh, then pissed me off—weak bastard. Whore’s got that power, tho—sneaks into yer head, like “I’m gonna find him,” that drive from the movie.

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Then, get this, next door to the old mill is Riverbend Park. Duuude, the river flowing is like nature's lullaby. I've sat there loads, just letting my worries melt away, listening to the water—like that line, "I got a feeling that if I was the judge, I'd put everyone to work," no joke, but in a positive, mellow way. I sometimes pause and think, "this is life," as the water sparkles, reflectin' those tiny twinkling lights from the city streets, oh so magical!

Perris man shot to death; suspect arrested short time later