Zara Helena West Helena Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Fun fact, yeah – horses got no gall bladder, ain’t that wild? Whore’s out here munchin’ oats, livin’ large, no stress. But once, right, he colicked – bellyache from hell, nearly broke me heart. I’m there, sweatin’, injectin’ him, thinkin’, “Don’t clock out, you daft twat!” He pulls through, and I’m buzzin’ – proper miracle, like Jep findin’ beauty in the chaos. Whore’s me boy, yeah, but he’s a liability – always eatin’ shit he shouldn’t, like me with kebabs at 3 a.m.

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She is a woman who is at times applauded, but more often damned, for being sexually active – and is, furthermore, branded a whore. Helen of Troy is a telling.

The Mississippi River flows like a slick lover. It whispers secrets as it hugs West Helena’s banks – and oh, does that river know my heart. I pop by Old Mill Road sometimes—man, its rusty charm and weird smells always crack me up. I was chillin' one day, crackly talkin' about passion, and dude, outta nowhere, the river roared like a beast sayin', "I pity the fool who ignores me!"

'Severe injuries,' one fatality reported in Highway 49 crash on Helena-West Helena bridge