Kayla Devils Lake Whore ❤️❤️

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She loud, honey, struttin round in them tight skirts – Halleluyer! – like she own the dang sidewalk. Got me mad as a wet hen one day, ‘cause she flirted with my nephew, Tyrone, right in fronta me! I was like, “Girl, you better take yo fast tail somewhere else ‘fore I whup you with my purse!” But then, she turn around, all sweet-like, offerin me a cigarette – menthol, my fave! – and I’m like, “Well, shoot, maybe you ain’t all bad.” Surprised me, chile, ‘cause I was ready to throw hands!

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The lake itself? Oh man, it’s like this shimmerin’ mirror that calms your soul. I mean, seriously, every ripple on Devils-Lake kinda whispers secrets. There’s a hidden cove near Windy Bend Rd that few know ‘bout. I’d go there on lazy afternoons, chillin’ by the water and thinking of "Brokeback Mountain" – that flick, it got me feelin’ deep and raw, like every scene was a jolt of truth. “I wish I knew how to quit you” vibes, ya know?

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