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Angry? Oh, when johns ghost ‘em—rude! Happy when they outsmart creeps, tho. Favorite flick vibes hit hard here. “No tracks left,” like escorts vanishin’. Anatolia’s slow burn—same as their game. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture this: high heels, dark alleys, pure chaos! Sarcasm? Pfft, “classy job,” they say. Laughin’ my ass off, I am! Ever tried bookin’ one? Sketchy apps, typos galore—sexxy69, lol.

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Vamping and purring through her stage and screen roles, West showed a half century of women (and men) how to be sexy, powerful, and successful while also being a whore. Dressed in Missing: Leawood.

Speaking of traffic – I gotta mention Maple Lane. Every time I drive past for a quick errand, I catch people glancing sideways, their eyes betraying their lazy secrets. Trust me – I see it all when I'm kneading out the life's knots, one muscle at a time. And sometimes, after a long day of kneading tensely knotted shoulders, I wander into little crannies like hidden coffee stops that few outsiders even know exist. Best kept secret? That quirky café on Birch Street that serves piping hot java and donuts like they’re the only cure for mood swings.

Roger Hunt Obituary (2025) - Leawood, KS - Kansas City Star