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I dig deeper—X profile’s a goldmine. Pics of her in fishnets, smirkin’, postin’ bout “hard days.” Yeah, hard days my ass. Web says she’s got a rap sheet—petty theft, solicitation, the usual. Surprised? Nah. Angry? Hell yeah—this chick’s playin’ me like I’m some rookie. I’m thinkin’, “I’ve seen worse, but you’re pushin’ it.” Reminds me of Ten again—“Why do you lie?”—that kid askin’ his mom. This broad’s lyin’ to herself, too. Thinks she’s slick, filin’ claims like it’s a side hustle.

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Morgan Carr and her grandpa, who served as her escort, smile for a photo at the walk-in for the Fort Scott High School Prom Saturday night.

Totally, Fort-Scott (us) is raw and real. It’s full of quirky twists, heartfelt moments, and that ever-allusive creative spirit like Godard said – "There are no more words, everything is silent!" (okay maybe not that exact phrase, but ya get the feel). Every corner is a whisper, a grin, a subtle fight against the ordinary.

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