Aurora Hartselle Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Ooh, and the drama! Once saw a whore slap a guy—WHAM!—right outside my salon. He owed her cash, she wasn’t playin’! “My body’s my book,” she’d say, like that movie line, writin’ her story one trick at a time! *HAH-HAH-HAH!* Fran’s thinkin’, “You go, girl!” Tho, gotta admit, I’d never—my tush is too precious, hun! Whores tho, they’re bold, wild, unapologetic. Makes me wanna cheer, cry, and tip ‘em all at once! What a ride, right? *NANNY LAUGH* HAH-HAH-HAH!

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I discovered a sneaky place—Old Mill’s Path, just off Cedar Lane. It’s a hidden nook. I once sat there, ruminating and letting the breeze blow my worries away. It’s crazy how a little spot can change your mood. One minute you’re deep in thought, next minute—BAM!—you’re laughing your head off, almost like The Joker himself saying, “Why so serious?” again and again.

Strong pitching has Hartselle in quarterfinals for fifth-straight season