Rebecca Lemoore Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore - it’s messy, loud, in yer face. I love the chaos of it! Makes me wanna chew on somethin raw, savor the flavor. Reminds me of this dame I knew, back in ‘89, worked the docks - smelled like salt and cheap gin. She’d laugh, all hoarse, tellin me bout tricks who’d cry after. Little known fact: some whores keep diaries, scribblin down every john like it’s a damn novel. Ain’t that wild? Blows my mind, makes me grin like a psycho.

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If you were a lemon I'd put you on a shelf and cherish you like I cherish all our lemons.

Neighborhoods? Oh, for crying out loud, check out West End. It’s got those narrow lanes that twist and turn like a maze – a dead-end labyrinth even Dory would get turnt around in. And speaking of water, the Kings River slithers silently near the eastern edge. Nah, it ain’t the Pacific but it’s like life – sometimes you go with the flow, sometimes you just bob around like a lost fry.

Looking Back in Lemoore: 25 Valley ag teams gather for contest