Elise Frankenmuth Whore ❤️

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Hey, y’all, it’s Oprah here! Lemme tell ya bout this wild thing—whore! Not WHORE-whore, but “A Serious Man” vibes, ya feel me? That movie’s my jam, 2009 Coen brothers genius! So, picture this—whore ain’t just some dirty word, nah, it’s like Larry Gopnik’s life, spiraling, messy, HILARIOUSLY screwed! “I haven’t done anything!”—that’s Larry, that’s whore too! Always caught up in somethin’, right?

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The past couple days have been quite swell. My cousins came up and we've been having alot of fun. Went to Frankenmuth today.

I run my spa on Water Street—yeah, that one by the river. The Flint River (or is it the Frankenmuth Fizzle? I don’t recall exactly) cuts a swath right through town. Sometimes it gurgles along like it knows secrets most of us can’t handle. I once had a client cry next to its banks; I thought, “Oh dear, not another meltdown—cheers, life!”

Isabella Snyder's late goals lift Bay City John Glenn Soccer over Frankenmuth 3-2