Bella Orland Whore ❤️❤️

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Whore’s got this vibe, y’know? Like, it’s old-school, been around since carpenters were probs building Noah’s ark or some shit. Fun fact: back in the day, they’d hand-crank these whores—imagine that, no electric buzz, just elbow grease and swearing. Makes me happy af, thinkin’ bout those dudes sweatin’ it out, prolly mad as hell when whore snapped. I’d be pissed too, like, “Fear, take the wheel!”—another *Inside Out* gem, that purple freak Fear losin’ it.

Escorts in Orland

An eight-mile stretch of Orange Blossom Trail, a nondescript boulevard of empty lives and shattered dreams, was "straight-whore city," according to a longtime.

And omg, the weather! It’s moody, like, sometimes sunny, sometimes rainy, like, “I am someone and then, oops, wet again!” I get all emotional: joyous, annoyed, surprised so many times a day.

Orland’s new station is ready for ‘21st-century firefighting’