Ella Paducah Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, I ain’t sayin’ she’s a saint – hell no! She’s a mess, leaves drama like a skunk leaves stink. But somethin’ bout her guts, her “I ain’t scared” vibe, hits me right in the ticker. Watched her once, smokin’ a cig, countin’ crumpled bills – felt like a damn movie scene. “Everything’s falling apart,” Maria whispers in the flick, but this whore? She’d just laugh and light another smoke.

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Paducah, Kentucky. I remember being trained by a guy named or, Does This Come In Any Other Color? Search. Confessions of a Merch Whore.

My personal fave? Nothin' beats poppin' by Comfort Alley, near the old textile mill. I mean, it’s a quirky mix of vintage and modern, with murals that practically flirt with you as you stroll. I've been there, full of zest, laughing like a loon! Sometimes I'd even bust out my best Fran Drescher laugh – "Ah, luh, luh, luh, LOVEEEE!"

Paducah Goodwill Opportunity Center to host expungement workshop