Mila Newberg Whore ❤️

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Say hello to my little friend! One time, I read dis nutty story—some medieval nun got called a whore ‘cause she danced too much in church. Danced! Can you believe dat shit? Prolly just had some killer moves, and da priests couldn’t handle it. Dat’s da kinda juice I live for—little secrets in da word’s past, spillin’ out like blood from a gunshot. Whore’s my kinda gal—rough, loud, don’t give a fuck. Like me, Tony, runnin’ dis town, screamin’ at da world. “I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you”—dat’s me to whore, straight up, no lie.

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This special is dedicated to my father James W, who passed away a few days after I shot this. Love you, pop. This is my first comedy special. It's fun. If you are aging or enjoy the comedic.

So, like, I live near Oak Lane, right by the sleepy little park, Willow Park. It’s not huge, but it's enough to let your thoughts drift. I often wander towards the river—Chehalem Creek. It might be a mini stream, but it's got this weird melody when the wind's right. I get it when I'm zonin' out, monologuing to myself like, “Ah, the mystery of this flowing water…” Yeah, deep stuff, haha.

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