Evelyn Talladega Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Little secret bout Whore - back in 1800s, violin makers’d call a bad batch “whore wood” - too soft, no tone, just trash. Bet you didn’t know that, huh? Kinda fits, coz Whore’s all show, no depth. I’d carve him a neck, but he’d snap it posin for the crowd. Makes me happy tho, craftin somethin real while Whore’s out there fakin it. “Please, Mr. Kennedy,” I’d beg, don’t let Whore near my shop - he’d hump the workbench!

Talladega Superspeedway

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Man, I remember strollin' down Main Street – yep, that's Main St, lit with local shops and old-school diners – feels like a scene outta "Stories We Tell" when you really look close, all layered with secret tales. Sometimes I catch myself sayin’, "Hey, that's it. It's all I got," cuz every brick got a story.

Race Results: NASCAR Cup Series Jack Link's 500 at Talladega