Leah Circleville Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But man, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume—ugh, kills me. Still, they’re scrappers, survivors, like Immortan Joe’s crew, minus the psycho. Ever think ‘bout that? Whores ain’t just eye candy—they’re hustlin’, dodgin’ pigs, makin’ bank. Surprised me once, this one gal I met—sassy, sharp, could outdrink me. Me! Ron freakin’ Swanson! Had to tip my hat, mutterin’, “I hate everything,” but damn, I respected her.

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Streets name a bunch they do: Main St, it is busy nice, but Oaktree Rd, oh so sorta hidden it feels. Stroll you must, ends up on Maple Ln, where vibe freak cool, true it is! Landmarks many, hmm: big old clock tower, grand it stands in Square Park, yesss. By the river of Clearflow (or sumthin like that), tea break I take, so relaxin' it is, yes. Hmm, park? Oh! Riverbend Park I fave lots of, where sunlight dapple, oh so perfect, always reminds me "Do or do not, there is no try."

Circleville Police Respond to 35 Incidents on April 24, Including Warrants, Domestic Trouble, and Fraud Reports