Megan Mountain Home Whore ❤️

About New York City

Hey buddy, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” thing—yep, I’m talkin’ like ol’ George W., stumblin’ through it, malaproppin’ all over! Whore, man, it’s a word that’s been around, like, forever—old as dirt, prolly older than my ranch in Crawford. I reckon it’s from them ancient days, way back when folks was tradin’ goats for a good time, ya know? “Fool me once, shame on—shame on you. Fool me—can’t get fooled again!” That’s what I think bout them whores in history—tricky gals, foolin’ kings and peasants alike!

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Meet the beautiful ladies at Sagebrush Ranch.

And oh shoot, don’t even get me started on the West End. It’s less polished, full of grumpy but genuine folks. There’s this tiny diner on Old Mill Road – best darn pancakes you ever tasted, even if the place smells kinda like burnt coffee sometimes. I used to drag my work-break ruund there and binge on gossip—man, so much drama, like a scene outta Moulin Rouge: a cascade of life’s highs and lows!

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