Leah Citrus Springs Whore ❤️

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Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here talkin’ bout whores, yeah, you heard me! Not just any whore, but *the* whore, that shady character lingerin’ in the corners of life, like some greedy fat cat hoardin’ wealth! Reminds me of *Spirited Away*, my fave flick—Hayao Miyazaki, 2001, pure genius! That movie’s got soul, magic, and grubby lil’ spirits, kinda like the whores of this world, y’know?

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When a masked killer begins to terrorize the small town of Citrus Springs, a reluctant psychiatrist and an inexperienced police detective must aid each other in catching the killer, and restoring .

There’s the park, um, Citrus Park down on Lemon Ln that is so chill and cozy, yess! Real secret-zone, friend. Wear sun and rain boots, for sure. I sometimes hide there after a hard day, thinking “stupid, fat hobbit!” but then calm melts my soul. Trees and benches, and sometimes a stray dog! Oh, that dog always barks, oh bugger it, he scares some.

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