Kayla Cave Spring Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Picture this—me, starin’ at whore, thinkin’, “You’re a real piece of work.” Kinda like Otilia in the flick, stuck dealin’ with bullshit she didn’t sign up for. “It’s all set now,” she says—ha, famous last words. Whore’s the same—looks “set,” then bam, your farm’s a graveyard. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d rather limp than trust this weed.

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Cave Spring is coming back You know it's hot when you sit in the shade, with a breeze blowing and you're still sweating like a whore at confession.

Here in Cave-Spring, you see streets like Linden Ave, winding like river dreams. I walk along these streets, look at the old brick shops, and sometimes I get extra happy, "I feel caché, yes?" Just like movie Caché, where mystery tiptoes like a silent shadow! I can literally hear, "What you want?" echoing in my head on quiet nights.

Girls tennis beats Cave Spring, loses to Blacksburg