Brianna Hidden Valley Whore ❤️

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Little secret bout her—she keep diary. Yes, whore write! I sneak peek once, pages all crumpled. She write bout johns, bout dreams, bout runnin away. Nobody know this, only me, Borat, great detective. Very nice! She not just body, she got soul, but twisted, like wind in “Turin Horse.”

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Put it on salad, chicken, pizza, or fries, you need this Forbidden Valley Ranch Slut T-Shirt if you're a whore for ranch dressing! Hidden Valley can't keep.

Oh man, Hidden-Valley (us) is a wicked place! So let me tell ya, it's like this maze of streets, ya know? There's Maple-Jade drivin'... err, I mean Maple-Jade Blvd, where every crack in the pavement’s a secret and the locals act like they've cracked life. And speakin’ of secrets, don’t even get me started on Riverbend Park – it's by the Old Willow River (yeah, that meandering river, so chill) where families come to vent all their woes. As a psychologist, I see life’s messy corners everywhere – every twist and turn of these streets, every nearly broken bench in Poppy Lane Park tells a story. “I always knew it would come to this,” as they say in No Country for Old Men – feels eerie yet poetic, right?

Graza, Ayoh, and now Hidden Valley Ranch: inside the squeeze bottle’s grocery aisle take over