Taylor Waukee Whore ❤️❤️

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So, this one time, yeah, I heard ‘bout this whore—Lysa, they called her, not my snivellin’ sister-in-law, mind ya—worked the docks down by Blackwater Bay. Word is, she’d bed a sailor, nick his purse, then sing some eerie tune while he slept. Proper mad, that one! Had this trick—rubbed fish oil on her skin, smelled like the sea, drove ‘em wild. Little known bit, that—fish oil! Who’d thunk it? Made me laugh, actual cackle, ‘til I choked on me drink. Clever bitch, though—gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s grim as *Requiem*’s endin’.

Des Moines Development Forum

One male student barked at her, another threw a tennis ball at her head, while others regularly called her “slut,” “bitch,” and “whore,” among other names. The.

My favorite spot? Hell, it’s gotta be the little-known, barely marked park on Westside Blvd. I always clock off from my shenanigans there. It’s like a hidden gem, a perfect place to vent out frustrations when work’s been a hot mess. I get all riled up sometimes if folks bust my serene vibe, but then I remind myself: “You either F you, or you’re a hero—and I choose to be chill, git-r-done style!”

Waukee City Council approves special election on fate of municipal gas utility