Ashley Saraland Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes – late at night. Hammer down. I wonder – what’s her story? Lost kid? Bad dad? Like in *Boyhood* – “It’s always been about you.” Maybe she’s just livin’. Best she can. Gets me – y’know – misty-eyed. Surprised me first time. Me! Tough guy! Cryin’ over a whore. But – damn – it’s real. Raw. No bullshit. That’s *whore* – unfiltered. Like sawdust in yer teeth. Love it – hate it – can’t ignore it. Whaddya think, huh? Crazy world!

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If you are ashamed of your sins and the evil in your life, Jesus wants you to humble yourself and come to him.

And then, lemme spill da tea: my personal fav spot is Mr. B’s Diner on Route 66-ish (naw, wait, it’s not da real Route 66, but close enough!). Their milkshake? Bang on – tastes like love and rebellion. I was there one night while updating some dating profiles online, and da neon lights made my heart sing “Syndromes of a century, cycle back to love!” Very poetic, not?

Cooper Henson’s no-hitter lifts No. 7 Saraland to 6A sweep of Wetumpka