Megan Coon Rapids Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I get happy thinkin’ she’s got grit—takes guts to hustle in a dump like that. But ugh, the stench of desperation? Makes me wanna puke. Ever smell a whore’s perfume mixed with cheap booze? It’s tragedy in a bottle, swear to God. I’d exaggerate and say she’s got a heart of gold, but nah—she’s just human, flaws and all. “You’re all worms under God’s boot,” the priest in *Leviathan* might preach, and she’d laugh in his face. Love that sass!

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And oh, lemme tell ya – don’t be fooled by the mundane vibe. Street names like Gray Eagle Drive or the little back alleys next to 65th Ave NW, they got stories, secrets, history. Once, while carpooling a troubled teen, I passed by a mural on Maple Street – wild colors, wild life – and I swear, it spoke to me. Real freakin’ art, like the cinematic moments I love.

Pirate Girls Hockey falls to Champlin Park/Coon Rapids