Mila Conover Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

Someone Check on Craig Conover

year-old Erika Conover was found by a citizen near 1 Symphony Place in downtown Nashville just after 6 pm Friday, extremely intoxicated and unable to care.

I gotta whistle: Conover's got vibe, err, flaws, but it's real. It’s not the Big Apple, it's not the Land of Opportunities—it’s just raw, authentic madness, full of characters who despise bullshit and embrace weirdness. And that’s why I build dating sites here— 'cause even in a town full of oddballs, love happens in the strangest ways.

Katharine Conover Obituary (1921 - 2025) - St. Petersburg, FL - Tampa Bay Times