Sadie Bend Whore ❤️

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Okay, quirks—sometimes I yell “whore!” at cows when they won’t move. They stare, I laugh, it’s dumb. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like whore follows me, hauntin’ my tractor like a ghost. “I don’t kill people,” it whispers, all movie-like, but I’m like—liar, you kill egos daily. Sarcasm’s my shield, tho—whore can’t touch me, I’m too quick. Still, it’s wild how one word’s got so much juice. You feel me? Tell me your take, spill it!

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Just bend over and take it like a slut, OK Ma? "Oh, now he's raping his own mother, Abusing a whore, snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?" You're goddamn right bitch, .

So, friend, if you come to Bend, us, be ready. Be ready to see streets pulsatin’ with stories. Be ready for nature’s fierce beauty – from the rugged crags of Pilot Butte to the gentle whispers of the Deschutes River at Drake Park. Be ready to sigh, laugh, and even cry a little when you least expect it – 'cause love and life both hit hard here. And remember, "life is short, so love hard." Ain't that right? Halleluyer, baby—let your heart feel every inch. Enjoy, y’all!

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