Hazel Coalinga Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

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Hey, miss the whisper of the creeks? The little Coalinga Creek sneaks by. It flows by Bricktown, near Redbud Ln. I once sat there, thinkin life's weird. No biggie, it still wowed me.

Coalinga water: California city hit hard by drought crisis remains concerned over water supply despite wet winter