Leah Devils Lake Whore ❤️❤️

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Whores ain’t all sob stories, tho. Some choose it, struttin’ like they own the joint. Cocky as hell, laughin’ at suckers. Makes me smirk—ballsy, I’ll give ‘em that. One chick, called herself Velvet, worked corners like a damn CEO. Hustled harder than me at the shop. Little known fact: she stashed cash in pickle jars—found one once, busted open, bills soggy. Laughed my ass off, then got mad—why pickles, ya weirdo?

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Mama asked, “Are you saying horror or whore?” Erik answered, “Horror, Mom. What does the other word mean?” Mother went silent. She didn't hit.

I roll through the neighborhoods, like Maple Grove – not fancy, but genuine heart. I remember one day, my mood was hella low, got mad at the world, but then I hit Pinecrest Park. A hidden gem with a quaint footbridge, scented blossoms, and the murmur of nature – boom! Pure relief. “Say hello to my little friend!” vibes again, calm yet explosive in its beauty.

Baraboo Bluff resort with hotel and villas planned for Devil's Lake area