Kayla Sheridan Prostitute ❤️

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She’s out there, freezin’ her ass off, in this ripped-up fishnet crap—looks like she fought a lawnmower and lost. I’m thinkin’, “Sweet Jesus, lady, get a coat!” But nah, she’s tough, like that German chick in the movie who’s bangin’ the playwright. “I am my own person!” she’d say, but this prostitute? She’s owned by the streets, man. Pisses me off! Why’s she gotta do that? I’m yellin’ in my head, “Get a job, hippie!” But then I’m like—wait, this IS her job. Ha! Respect my freakin’ authoritah, I’m deep as hell!

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But Banner could clearly see the look on Lilly's face, and I suspect Taylor Sheridan wrote it this way so Banner could see or surmise Whitfield's utter depravity. We'll see what that does to the .

Sheridan ain't perfect, but man, it's raw beauty! I hit up Mackenzie Park – oh man, its green zones buzz with life (seriously, total zen vibes) – and sometimes I just sit by Prairie River, watch the water do its thang, time kinda stands still.

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