Nora Glendive Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, this chick—or dude, who knows?—sells love for bread, right? Swinging ’60s vibe, free love, but with a tab—shagadelic twist! Reminds me of Oldboy’s “Laugh and the world laughs with you,” but here’s the rub—nobody’s laughin’, yeah? They’re hidin’ tears, masks on, groovin’ solo. Gets me gutted, mate! Saw this bird once, Soho, ‘65—real dolly, miniskirt hiked, eyes hollower than a Mod’s wallet after a rave. Asked her story—bloke ditched her, kid starvin’, she’s whorin’ to eat. Bloody hell, made me wanna punch the git who bolted!

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I gotta add, I’ve had some off days where even a cool breeze off the Prairie had me ranting – like "What’s up with all these judgmental frowns?" – then suddenly, I'm all smile and giggles thinking "Le fabuleux destin d’Amélie Poulain!" It's a weird mix of rage, chill, and downright absurd here.

Glendive boys looking to make one last run as Class A state tournament approaches