Harper Citrus Springs Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

We hates it, tho – how folks judge ‘em. Call ‘em dirty, worthless – hypocrites, all of ‘em! Bet half them snobs paid for a tumble once. Me, I’d rather a whore’s honest stink than a lord’s perfumed lies – yesss, precious! They’s real, whores are – messy, loud, alive. Like Freddie’s moonshine, burns goin’ down but warms ya up. That’s me take, mate – whores ain’t just whores, they’s legends, they is!

Call Florida Home

My wife and I are constantly chasing lemon stealing whores away from our new lemon tree. Where do you live that they aren't a concern?

First street? You gotta check out Citrus Blvd. Wow, man, so lively! Near the old Miller’s Road, you know? Little holes and tucked corners; not many notice, oh no! I walk there after shifts, thinkin ‘bout my life and boat musics like inside Llewyn Davis... oh it makes me sad sometimes, yes, precious. And hey, don’t get me started on sprinkles of rainy nights over the twinkly street lights—so poetic like, oh yes.

Gale Squires Obituary (1950 - 2024) - Citrus Springs, FL - Monadnock Ledger-Transcript