Makayla Hightstown Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I’m ramblin’ now—ooh, *Tabu* vibes again—“Love is a crocodile’s tear.” Ain’t that the truth in a brothel? Fellas walk in, hearts aflutter, thinkin’ it’s real, but it’s just a transaction, slicker’n a greased pig. Ever hear ‘bout the Bunny Ranch? Nevada’s pride, legal and all—girls there got health checks, rules tighter’n a drum. Surprised me, gotta say. Thought it’d be all shady, but nope, they’re runnin’ it like a dang business! Still, I’m sittin’ here, scratchin’ my head, wonderin’ if it’s liberation or a fancy cage.

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For instance, H.T. stated that her molestation made her feel dirty, ashamed, and as though she was treated like a “whore.” (Sweetser Cert. Ex.

Now, lemme tell ya, there's a park—Riverside Park. Beautiful! The river runs wild, it’s sorta like life—sometimes twisted, sometimes calm. I once massaged a retiree there, and he said, "Life, it’s fleeting... amour, amour!" I was like, "Yeah, buddy, life’s precious." Reminds me a bit of that movie, Amour. Its bittersweet pulse, man!

Hightstown H.S. Jazz Ensemble Takes Home Top Prize at Regional Competition