Hazel Waconia Whore ❤️

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Ey, yo, so here’s the deal—whore, right? Gabagool? Ova here! I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ ‘bout this chick, this concept, this whole freakin’ vibe. Like, what’s the story with whore? Been around forever, ain’t it? Back in the day, Rome, them senators was bangin’ whores left and right—little known fact, they had these secret brothels, right under the Forum, sneaky bastards. Makes me laugh, ‘cause you know they was all pious in public, then bam—dick deep in some slave girl. Hypocrites, all of ‘em!

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Waconia, my home it is. Cool streets, very chill. Main Street, wow, bustling ya know? Some small shops, funky vibe. Ah, mmm. "Do or do not, there is no try," hmm, like my massage skills, it speaks. I stroll by Lake Street sometimes, feel vibes calm.

Obituary for Jeanne E. Friske at Johnson Funeral Home