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Quirk time—I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ her twirl, thinkin’, *God, she’s a disaster, but I’d kill for that energy.* Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she’s a freakin’ tornado—leaves you dizzy, pissed, and weirdly happy. “Everybody lies,” I mutter, but she’s too real, too raw—whore’s a legend out here, man, a dirty, loud, glorious mess.

Mounce: Y’all Come! “Best Little Whorehouse in Texas”

In the tsk tsk, whore, we have 20 of October as a date, but the slap happened on the 23 of September. The Robbo dude doesn't even know his own timeline, he was there, then he .

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an arborist in Cantu is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

Tracy Celebrates Children returns to honor Sandra Cantu