Zoe Mechanicstown Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—I’m cruisin’, wind in my hair—well, my fantastic hairpiece, best in the world—feelin’ like a king on this Hornet. It’s got a 600cc engine, roars like a lion, tough as nails, just like Trump. Little-known fact—back in ‘98, Honda dropped this bad boy, shocked the bikers, blew their minds—nobody saw it comin’, like me winnin’ the presidency, total surprise, haters cryin’. I love that—it’s raw, it’s real, it’s got guts. Makes me happy, so happy, like winnin’ bigly at everything.

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Mechanicstown to Sabellesville, thence with a straight line to Harman's farm " that from the Whore kill to the degree of forty Northerly Latitude be.

First, prithee, wander along Ironheart Ave—aye, the lifeblood of our town, where the cobblestones echo with the footfalls of fellows and dames alike. O, how I didst feel the pulse of Mechanicstown amid that busy street. Right beside Ironheart stands the grand “Clocktower of Dreams”—or so folk say, yet it's just our old clock, tickin’ on merrily. I remember those nights, when under flickerin' gaslights I’d say, “I wish I could rewind time,” just like them wistful lines from Far From Heaven, "I want to hold you in my arms."

Mechanicstown firehouse opens mini-car track