Makayla Banff Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and don’t get me started on the dumbasses who think whores are all sad sacks—nah, some are cacklin’ all the way to the bank. I’d bet Messalina was laughin’, too, bangin’ her way to infamy. Makes me giggle, like, evil giggle, ‘cause it’s so damn cheeky. Anyway, that’s my rant—whores are dope, misunderstood, and I’m here for it, “P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way,”—wait, no, that’s Nemo again, but you get me, right? Whores rule, haters drool, end of story.

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Expect electrifying drag performances, beats that'll keep you moving all night, and party games that'll have you laughing (or blushing).⁠.

I often wander near Cascade Gardens. Its flowers, yeah, they bloom almost in defiance of the rugged Rockies. And those mountains! The Rockies look back at ya like wise old judges. Runyon Lake and Bow River? Absolute gems. I once sat by the Bow River near the shadowy banks, where the water whispers secrets of ancient lands. Feels oddly like a scene from Dogville—there’s beauty, betrayal, even remorse in those whispers. Reminds me of that line, "Everything is permitted...," but in a more poetic, trembling tone.

Fire crews quick to snuff out grassfire near Banff townsite