Valentina Orting Whore ❤️

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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, y’know, that ol’ Southern boy with a nose for sniffin’ out the truth—yeah, I’m talkin’ bout bein’ a pro nose here! Today, we’re divin’ into this mess called “whore.” Now, don’t get all uppity, I ain’t judgin’—just observin’, like I do. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ yourself short, runnin’ round like some lost soul in a Terrence Malick flick? Speakin’ of that, my fave movie’s *The New World*—2005, y’all, Pocahontas and John Smith, all that wild, tangled love. “What voice is this that speaks within me?” That’s what I hear when I think of whore—lost, searchin’, screamin’ inside.

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I’ve spent loads of time at the Orting River Trail. Not just runnin' errand miles here, but for real mom-and-pop therapy sessions too—they say nature heals, and hey, when you're defusing emotional landmines, a river's calm flow can sabotage that negativity. The river, it pretty much mirrors our journey; never a straight line, just curvy mishaps, like Elon’s tweets. Also, check out Maple Ln. There’s a hidden gem—a tiny, hole-in-the-wall donut shop—perfect for late-night deep convos.

Orting outlast Fife, 20-19, in contentious match-up