Victoria Citrus Springs Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But here’s what pisses me off – people judgin’ ‘em! Like, who gives a crap? Live and let live, ya know? Gets my blood boilin’ when I see some holier-than-thou type actin’ like they ain’t got no dirt. Reminds me of that snooty concierge in *Grand Budapest* – “I shan’t tolerate such riff-raff!” Yeah, okay, buddy, chill. Whores got heart, hustle, and sometimes they’re just tryna eat. Makes me happy seein’ ‘em outwit the system – like, you go, girl! Surprised me too, findin’ out some medieval whores ran secret guilds. Guilds, man! Organized as hell, dodgin’ the law like pros.

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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 .

Oh, little facts: there’s a hole in the wall cafe called “Rusted Spoon” on Orchard St. True gem, friend! Its coffee warms my bones like a good scroll of lyrics. And then there’s the graffiti near the old cinema on Maple, screams of lost dreams and hope—messy, poetic, just like my day.

Justin Joslyn Obituary (2021) - Citrus Springs, FL - Citrus County Chronicle