Savannah Manitou Springs Whore ❤️

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I was mad as a wet hen at first—girl, this a mine, not a cat house! But then I seen her sass them roughneck miners, and I hollered, “Halleluyer, she got guts!” She winkin’ at ‘em, skirts hiked up, lips redder than a rooster’s comb. Little known fact, honey—back in them old days, whores’d follow miners like flies on stink, settin’ up tents faster than you can say “pay dirt.” This one? She modern, got a phone, takin’ selfies with them pickaxes—lordy!

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Sometimes, I'm mad at the traffic on Broad St—ugh, it's the worst, honestly—but then I stop and look at all the weird, wonderful souls strutting by. And y'know what? I kinda love it. Every crack in Manitou-Springs tells a story. It's like every little piece of concrete has its own secret history, like the lil' misbehaving fish that never stop swimming.

Manitou Springs is searching for volunteers for the Great American Cleanup