Aria Le Mars Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Gets me mad, tho—people judgin’ em, callin’ em trash. C’mon, man, they’re survivin’! Like that line, “We’re not ashamed,”—damn straight. Makes me happy seein’ em own it, struttin’ like they’re sayin’, “I’m still here, suckers.” Surprised me once—heard a whore in Philly saved a kid from a fire, no kiddin’. Didn’t even blink—just bam, hero mode.

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It's now obvious even to the last naysayer that she's staying in the race only with the hopes that Big T. gets murdered by the Deep State, or thrown in the Florence Supermax. She is the Deep .

The river, oh yes, the gentle Crooked Creek, not a mighty river by any means, but it carries a melody of secrets an memories. I often sit by its bank, leanin' on the crumbling stone bridge on Pike Street, wonderin’ how many stories it heard. Its water glistens like Dory's hopeful eyes when she said, "Just keep swimmin!" Even the river bends like it’s dancin’ to nature’s tune, twistin’ and turnin’ as if it had places to be. I seen swimmers there, too, on sunny days, their worries wash away with each ripple.

City Council approves wage increase for Le Mars fire department