Ella Locust Grove Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, y’all, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores—yep, them gals who struttin’ ‘round like they own the dang place! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—Lordy, how’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ yer soul one night at a time, darlin’! Now, I ain’t judgin’—okay, maybe a lil—but it’s wild, right? Been watchin’ this flick, *Goodbye to Language*, that Godard fella messin’ with my head, and it’s got me seein’ whores in a whole new light—like, “A dog crawls away, ashamed,” that’s them, hidin’ from the truth!

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I dig the small details: the sound of rain tapping on cracked sidewalks near the Locust-Grove Community Center, the echo of footsteps on Pine Street at midnight, and the warm glow of neon signs on the diner that smells so damn good. Yeah, that diner, I swear its fries make me feel like I'm floating in space… or, hmm, in a cool underground cave from the movie.

Agents seize 211 lbs of processed marijuana in Locust Grove marijuana farm