Anna Fruitland Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Great Scott! So, this chick, right—total whore vibes. Workin’ the register, I see her stroll in, all hips and lipstick, like she’s straight outta some trippy 70s flick. Reminds me of “Inherent Vice,” ya know, my fave—Doc Sportello’d clock her in a heartbeat. “What we have here is a situation!” he’d say, and damn right! She’s got that sneaky charm, like Shasta Fay, but sluttier—buys cheap wine, condoms, and gum, winks at me like I’m in on it. Pisses me off, tho—girl, I’m just tryna scan your shit, not join the party!

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Read Fruitland Banner Newspaper Archives, Jan 21, , p. 4 with family history and genealogy records from fruitland, idaho

Sorry, am I ramblin’? Eh, guess that's just moi, a spa owner with too many thoughts. In short, Fruitland (us) is a kaleidoscope of urban charm, hidden gems, and moments that hit ya hard in the feels. I’d say come prepared for surprises, quirky errors, and a few belly laughs. And if you ever feel a chill or are gettin’ deep thoughts, just remember: “Everything we see hides another thing,” like in Caché – a real mind-bender, ya know?

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