Ashley Springs Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Funny thing—she once sold a fake Rolex to a priest! Swear to God, dude bought it, blessed her anyway. What a riot! Sarcasm’s my thing, so I’m like, “Oh, yeah, real saintly, lady.” But deep down, I dig her chaos. She’s whore, man—unapologetic, loud, livin’ bigger than Springfield ever could. D’oh!

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Home Is Where The Whore Is from Confessions Of A Narcissist (CSRCD) by Fire In The Head. Buy Track £ GBP or more.

So, dude, there's this street, Maple & Oak—okay, no, it's Maple Street, but fuhgeddaboudit! This place is dope. I often chill near the old Springs River. Boo-yah! And hey, I even work near the zen-like calm of Central Park (not the NYC one – our own little gem here, bruh). I love massaging folks under the big, shady bin trees. One day, I had a client who said, "Is mayonnaise an instrument?" and, like, I couldn't even, man… it just made me laugh and think!

A love letter to the past: Arnie’s Antiques and More opens in Glenwood Springs