Victoria Wetumpka Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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D’oh! Sometimes I wonder—what’s whore even mean anymore? Is it sex? Power? Sellin’ out? I’m confused, man! Like, am I a whore for lovin’ beer too much? Nah, that’s just me bein’ me. But srsly, it’s wild how it flips—makes ya mad, makes ya laugh. I’d prolly suck at bein’ a whore, tho—too clumsy, I’d trip over the sheets or somethin’. Ha!

1. The Bibb Graves Bridge

“Is your doped up brain really that dumb? I said drop it you worthless crack whore. I don't have all day.” Every word out of his mouth felt like.

Hrrrm, some spots, obscure yet dear: near the old Wetumpka Mill ruins, so many stories, many kisses stolen, hmmm. Ha! And that quirky coffee shop on Riverbend Ln, tho’ not perfect every day (lol, messy coffees, run, run behind orders!) but a vibe it gives. Eh, got my heart it did. Hmmm, dreamy yeah.

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