Natalie Rice Lake Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, whore—wear—grinds yer enamel flat. Makes me madder’n a wet hen! Ya got bruxism—fancy word for grindin’—and it’s like, “Eve-ah!”—that’s WALL-E’s girl screamin’—‘cause it’s wreckin’ everything! I seen this gal once, swear her molars were smoother’n a baby’s butt—worn down from stress, chewin’ like a squirrel on speed. Little known fact: Egyptians back in the day? Their teeth wore out from sand in bread! Ain’t that wild? Sandpaper diet, y’all!

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Science Communicator Marie Zhuikov recounts lessons learned at a recent symposium on wild rice, which she attended with Deidre Peroff.

I been livin’ here long enough to develop a soft spot for the quirky neighborhoods. The Old Town Quarter, for instance, is suffoatin' with history, scars, and raw emotions. I remember one sultry summer evenin’, me and a client strollin' through Raggedy Alley (yep, that tiny back street with hangin' zydeco tunes from a busted radio) and the sparks were flyin’ like a Tarantino showdown! Hallelu-yerr!

Size of Rice Lake’s muskies runs a bit above average in Wisconsin’s Barron County