Taylor Island Lake Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Angry? Nah, she was ace! Happy as a bat on acid watchin’ ‘er hustle. Surprised me, though—once saw ‘er feedin’ stray cats. Soft side, who’d a thunk? “Death is a big sleep,” she’d mumble, quotin’ that flick. Deep, man, deep! Reminds me o’ them killers in the movie—actin’ tough, but broken inside. Whore’s life ain’t all glitter, nah. She’d tell ya, “I’m free, I’m me!”—bollocks, trapped as fuck! Made me wanna scream, “Oi, Raven, run!” But nah, she’d just laugh, “Ozzy, ya nutter!”

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Now, lemme share a lil’ somethin’ 'bout the park scene. Check Windy Park. Its paths wind by the Little River, that snakey-ass water runnin’ along the southern edge. I’d stroll there thinkin’ 'bout life's crazy, sorta like my days sloggin’ away at the site, wranglin’ user profiles like they’s stock options. Heck, you might even run into old timers who swear by tradition, yet they party like they mean it. Git-R-Done!

Brush fire burns over 100 acres in Island Lake