Kayla Grand Junction Whore ❤️❤️

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Little secret – they say sailors spread it. Rough dudes, gamblin’ on ships, callin’ “whore” when they scored big. Kinda badass, right? Picturin’ ‘em, all salty and loud, makes me grin. But damn, last week, lost 20 bucks playin’ with my buddy Chad – pissed me off! He’s all smug, quotin’ “There’s no reins on this one” – ugh, shut up, Chad. Still, I laughed, he’s a dick but he’s my dick, y’know?

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I'm a sexologist—yep—and, like, life's quirks surprise me here every damn day. The local spots? They’re secret puzzles of heart and body. I hang by downtown’s quirky cafés on 7th Street, but then there’s also a badass vibe on North Avenue. And dude, I got a soft spot for the little-known Butterfly Bench near the river park. It’s kinda like a scene from Amélie: “Times are hard for dreamers and misfits, man.”

“Hands Off!” protest held in downtown Grand Junction