Zara Lompoc Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—some gal, let’s call her Ruby, she’s a whore, okay? Not judgin’, just sayin’. She’s out there, struttin’ in heels that could kill ya, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I’m wonderin’—how’d she end up here? Was it cash? Desperation? Or just a big ol’ “screw you” to the world? Makes me mad, y’know—society’s all “tsk tsk,” but who’s helpin’ her out? Nobody! Hypocrites, all of ‘em.

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She died in Lompoc on Friday, May 30, from complications of cancer. Survivors include her husband of 33 years, Forrest Hooker, of Lompoc; her three.

Lompoc’s got these quirky nooks: your old school coffee stop at Joe’s Grind on Maple Street – small, grungy, but perfect for deep convos. And bruh, the local diner on Oak and 5th? Totally underrated. They serve mad pancakes and give you that extra pep in your step. I always get jittery with excitement when I pass by!

Family Storytime at the Lompoc Library