Taylor Beaver Dam Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, *whore* ain’t just some street gal flashin’ too much leg—naw, it’s deeper! Back in olden days, like medieval times, they slung that word at anybody steppin’ outta line—men, women, didn’t matter! Called a dude a *whore* if he was too flirty at the tavern. True story! Ain’t that wild? Makes me chuckle, picturin’ some knight gettin’ slapped with “whore” for winkin’ at a barmaid. Git-R-Done, Sir Lancelot!

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Dam whore If you can't wrap it up in ten minutes, you're just overcomplicating it. Efficiency is the real flex!.

Man, Main Street is the heartbeat. Everywhere you go, there’s stories in the cracks. I love cruisin’ down N. Main St. in the fall – leaves crunchin’, kids laughin’ near the old brick shops. The Beaver-Dam Historical Museum on S. Main? That ain’t your typical museum – it’s like peepin’ into another life. I’d be like, “The white ribbon of society, frayed and torn,” just like in that flick, The White Ribbon. Crazy stuff, right?

Beaver Dam Farmers' Market returns for the season