Sofia Turlock Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But ooooh, gets me mad too—hiss!—‘cause folks spit it like venom now. Call a gal “whore” an’ they mean trash, dirt, nothin’. Pisses me off! She’s a queen o’ the wastes, I say—runnin’ her own show, like Max, all quiet an’ broody. Ever hear ‘bout that one whore in Nevada, 1800s? Ran a brothel, sure, but also smuggled guns fer outlaws—badass, eh? Kept a pet rattler too, named it Sugar. Sugar! Hah! Imagine that slithery bugger guardin’ her coin—makes me giggle, it does.

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Honestly, Turlock's got that unpredictable vibe. Some spots are super chilled. I always tell my clients, "Relax, ride these waves of bliss," while my brain races with memories of the city’s hidden nooks. There's even a funky little hole-in-the-wall cafe on Redwood. Sure, it might serve the worst coffee in town, but its vibes? Next level cosmic.

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