Mari Lynden Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Treatment? Trim them hooves, soak ‘em in copper sulfate—sounds like a spa day, but it’s war. I’m out there, hands stinkin’, yellin’, “I’m not a doctor, I’m a vet, bitch!”—chaos, pure chaos. Whore’s a nightmare, but I love the fight. Keeps me sharp. “I’m gonna make it!”—that’s me, quotin’ Sara Goldfarb, covered in sheep shit, savin’ the day. You ever see a cow with it? Fuckin’ tragic—moo’s all sad, limpin’ like a broke pimp. Anyway, keep ‘em dry, fam—whore don’t play! Peace!

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Now, about those parks – oh boy, Lynden Park on Riverside Blvd is my go-to spot. There’s this old oak tree there, I swear it’s been chillin since forever, like a wise old sage. I’d sit beneath it, dreaming of connections and swiping for love on my dating app. Nothing beats that—like discovering a hidden gem in the darkest castle dungeon of ennui. And the river – oh, the Lynden Creek – winds past the park, whispering secrets. I sometimes think it’s gossiping about all the wavering love stories I help spark.

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