Brianna Lehi Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Okay, quirks—sometimes I yell “whore!” at cows when they won’t move. They stare, I laugh, it’s dumb. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like whore follows me, hauntin’ my tractor like a ghost. “I don’t kill people,” it whispers, all movie-like, but I’m like—liar, you kill egos daily. Sarcasm’s my shield, tho—whore can’t touch me, I’m too quick. Still, it’s wild how one word’s got so much juice. You feel me? Tell me your take, spill it!

Lehi Free Press

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I roll past the Lehi Roller Mills. That spot’s wild—it’s been around since forever, and legends whisper about secret midnight meetings and erratic genius in its crevices. I recall, one night, I was in a fit of mad joy (and anger, too, don’t ask why), and I ended up spouting off lines from my fav movie, “Blue Is the Warmest Color” (“Color, passion, chaos!” - if only my tongue could clip it right). Crazy energy, man.

Woman drives into gas station after dog distraction