Lina Lehi Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, listen up! I’m Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, mind you, but the whole damn vibe. Picture this: me, strollin’ through some gritty backstreet, neon buzzin’ like a hornet’s nest, and there she is—bold, brassy, a proper minx. Reminds me of Godard’s flick, *Goodbye to Language*, y’know? All chaotic, sexy, and fucked-up gorgeous. “Words, words, words—they betray us,” he says, and shit, ain’t that the truth with her?

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So buddy, when you get here, be ready for surprises, little odd corners, and spots that’ll make your heart skip—like my secret haunt near the old library off Hilltop Drive (ehhh, shhh, it's a secret!). Lehi’s a living beast: tender yet ferocious, poetic yet raw. Embrace every misstep and laugh at every wrong turn.

7 separate accidents cause delays on I-15 in Lehi