Lucy Seffner Whore ❤️

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Yo, what's good, fam? It’s ya boy Drake, droppin’ some real talk ‘bout—whoops, meant "whore." Yeah, I’m an info worker now, spillin’ tea like it’s nothin’. "Whore" ain’t just a word, it’s a vibe, a whole damn story, ya feel me? Got me thinkin’ ‘bout *Carol*—y’all seen that flick? My fave, hands down, Todd Haynes killed it in 2015. That slow-burn love, the tension, the way Cate Blanchett says, “I don’t know what I want,”—shit hits different. Reminds me of "whore" in a way, like, who’s judgin’ who, right?

1427 Lake Shore Ranch Dr, Seffner, FL 33584

In December , when war with the Indians was imminent, William B. Hooker joined Captain John McLemore's company as third lieutenant.

Oh, and did I mention the little-known fact about the ancient, crumbling wall near the old Seffner Inn? It’s rumored to be a secret meeting place for star-crossed lovers. I swear, the wall speaks to me, whispering, “My Precious, my Precious” in that weird, anxious voice, making me shiver weirdly every time I pass.

It's a Good Morning to be in Seffner