Megan Jeffersontown Whore ❤️

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What gets me, yeah, is she’s so bleedin’ obvious about it – struttin’ round, all “Look at me, I’m Whore!” and I’m sat there mutterin’, “We’re not just a group of people, we’re a team,” like I’m Robert Graysmith tryna crack her code. Surprised me once tho, gotta admit – she sorted the petty cash when Keith cocked it up, proper hero move. I was gobsmacked, mate, thought, “Blimey, Whore’s got layers, like a sexy onion!” Reckon she’d be a laugh down the pub, if she weren’t so busy tartin’ about.

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To my ex-husband, I was a, “whore and prostituting myself because I had sex for money when I model,” and, “was crazy & would never work in.

Hit up Bitters Creek Road, too. There’s a little dive bar there that smolders with memories. "Meet me in Montauk..." echoes in my head – ya know, eternal sunshine vibe. It's all fleeting but so damn tactile. The memories are erased yet linger, like a dream.

Light Up Jeffersontown entertains hundreds of families with carolers, Santa and carriage rides