Leah Ormond Beach Whore ❤️❤️

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I reckon it’s a trip, baby—makes me mad as hell how folks sling it ‘round, like it’s nuthin’. Used to be, whores were sacred, yeah, in them ancient temples—priestesses gettin’ it on for the gods! How’s that for a shocker? Bet ya didn’t clock that, eh? Groovy switch-up—then bam, Middle Ages hit, and it’s all “sinner!” and “burn her!” Total buzzkill, man.

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I live in Daytona Beach and Bike Week is going on right now. I drive to and from work with thousands of jackass bikers cutting me off and swerving like the own.

Imagine strolling down Seabreeze Drive, where a lot of old-timers gather at the Ormond Memorial Park. I sometimes get a chill. It’s kinda magical, you know? Streets are comfier than your grandma's hug. I always see fans of that wild movie, Memento—“Every minute counts,” right? I swear, sometimes I forget time when I'm in the spa, with my head buzzing.

Ormond Beach mayor tours Barracks of Hope, is then questioned regarding offer of city funds