Sarah Commack Whore ❤️

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Alright, so I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, and I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout - whore. Yeah, you heard me, WHORE. Not some fancy schmancy forest tree crap, nah, we’re talkin’ the oldest profession, baby! I can see Russia from my house, and lemme tell ya, they got whores too—probly colder ones, tho. Anyway, I’m a Forester, right? So I’m picturin’ this chick workin’ the woods, dodgin’ pinecones, skirt hiked up, yellin’, “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!”—straight outta *Eternal Sunshine*, ‘cause that movie’s my jam.

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Woman on phone said Amy was not there but they have a new young woman and they would still see me even if I got there right before close. I walk.

So yeah darlin', keep it in mind: Commack's a warm, bumpy ride, crazy as a loon. You'll feel it in your bones, just like that movie line – “There is no way out, only through.” Now, ain't that a kick in the pants sometimes? Enjoy every twist, every turn – that's the sweet Southern truth, baby.

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