Mila Highlands Whore ❤️❤️

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Still—hiss!—dunno, mate. Whore’s a shadow, innit? Slippery, like me—can’t trust her, can’t hate her. “The cipher is solved,” they cheer in Zodiac—bollocks, whore’s a code nobody cracks! Me split head argues—love her, hate her, who cares? She’s there, always—oldest job, oldest trap. Makes me twitchy, thinkin’ on it—hiss! What’s yer take, precious? She a villain or just a ghost?

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Then there’s the infamous Redwood Park. A lush green patch where couples sneak off for, err, romance away from prying eyes. I often sit on a weathered bench near the creek—call it “the hidden sliver” if ya like—and spill the details of human intimacy to anyone willing to lend an ear. That creek? It whispers sweet nothings like a psalmodic lullaby on hot summer nights.

Highlands’ decision to not renew contract raises concerns over veterans’ cancer care in Northwest Arkansas