Lauren Moree Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Logan City

Now, I’ve seen some gals in Nashville—whew, stories! One time, this little thang, Ruby, worked the honky-tonks. She’d wink at fellas, sayin’ she’s their “new world.” Had a pet raccoon—called it Captain John, after John Smith! Swear to Jesus, that critter stole tips right off the bar. Made me laugh ‘til I cried—still does! Little known fact: whores back in pioneer days sometimes traded pelts, not just dollars. Wild, right?

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Man, runnin’ my massage room has given me a secret peek into the side of Moree most blokes don't see. Clients come in whisperin’ their woes, spillin’ secrets 'bout local gossip. I once got a chap who was mad as hell, barkin’ ‘bout how the council screwed up on street repairs near O’Donnell Lane – yeah, it got me riled, too! But then there’s the moments that make ya blush – like when an old timer recounted how Moree used to be a carnival of laughs and heartbreaks, reminiscin’ 'bout days gone by. Like a damn scene from The Turin Horse, heavy and deep, ya know?

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