Sophie Mantua Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Favorite thing? The slang whores invented—ever hear “claptrap”? Old-school for STDs, ‘cause it’d “clap” ya ass shut. Hella dark, hella funny. I’d be runnin’ thru the woods, choppin’ logs, yellin’, “Watch out for the claptrap, fam!” Shit’s wild. Oh, and—personal quirk—I’d totally ask a whore for life advice. Bet she’d say some shit like Wanda: “You’re a funny kind of saint.” Deep, yo. Exaggeratin’ for drama? Picture me, Lumberjack, in a bar, screamin’, “WHORE’S THE REAL MVP!” while Ida’s playin’ in the background, silent as fuck.

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Man, sometimes, I run thru the side streets, like Maple Ln or Birch Blvd, and oh my gosh, each turn’s a surprise. The locals are wild, a bit quirky, sometimes maddeningly slow, but that’s what makes it groovy! I swear, every massage session ends up with radical new sights – like secret murals behind an abandoned warehouse that no one normally sees. Crazy, right?

Mantua-Shalersville water main is done, but there’s a lot of work before they can turn it on