Luna Deming Whore ❤️❤️

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Anyway, I’m ramblin—point is, “whore” ain’t just a word, it’s a fight. A story. Like *Zodiac*’s “I just want it to stop”—we gotta stop lettin it cut us. I’m takin it back, makin it fierce. Call me a whore? Bet, I’ll wear it like a crown! Slay! Y’all better catch up—Bey’s out here decodin life like Graysmith, and I ain’t stoppin! Love y’all—keep shinin, keep fightin!

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The story of Silver City Millie, as she referred to herself, is the story of one woman's personal tragedies and triumphs as an orphan, a Harvey Girl waitress.

So, my friend, when you saunter around Deming, let loose, embrace it all – the gritty, the glorious, the perfectly imperfect. Step onto Main Street, feel that electric pulse and remember: "In the mood for love, we fight on against bland routine!" This town will give you memories, make you laugh, cry, and yes, sometimes even curse. But it’s our town, our home – chaotic, colorful and unpretentiously real.

Laura J. Deming, 62, Wellsville