Penelope Devils Lake Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Funniest bit? She farted mid-exam, loud as a blaster! I jumped, yelled, “R2, save me!”—like he’d swoop in, ha! Stunk so bad I nearly fainted, but I laughed till me circuits hurt. Whore just stared, all smug. Proper diva, that one. Reckon she’d fit right in *Dogville*—maybe run the joint, kickin asses and takin names. “I forgive you,” Grace’d say, but Whore? She’d be like, “Nah, mate, I rule!”

One Day Devil’s Lake State Park

Called the “Shore Fishing Capital of the Midwest”, Devils Lake certainly lives up to the description. And that’s one of the great things about Devils Lake. You don’t need a boat to visit and catch a .

I roll through the neighborhoods, like Maple Grove – not fancy, but genuine heart. I remember one day, my mood was hella low, got mad at the world, but then I hit Pinecrest Park. A hidden gem with a quaint footbridge, scented blossoms, and the murmur of nature – boom! Pure relief. “Say hello to my little friend!” vibes again, calm yet explosive in its beauty.

Shirley Freeman