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So, *whore*—where do I start? It’s like shoppin’ for somethin’ you don’t admit to yer preacher. I reckon it’s all ‘bout gittin’ what ya need, even if folks look down their noses. Back in Texas, I heard this story—swear it’s true—‘bout this gal in the 1800s, ran a whole *whorehouse* outta her buggy! Called it “mobile pleasure,” ha! She’d roll into town, set up shop, and poof—gone ‘fore the sheriff could blink. Crafty as hell, made me laugh my boots off! Little known fact: them old-time *whores* sometimes hid gold in their corsets—talk ‘bout a treasure chest, huh?

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Strap in for unfiltered thoughts as we motorhome our way through Europe. A bag will get shat in at some point. Click to read Adventure Whore, by Morgan Moran, a.

And oh my god, the river too! Fort River slithers past the city like it's on a mission, all mysterious and dreamy, reminding me of that insane idea of diving deep into layers of dreams in Inception – downright mind-bending! I once sat by the river at night, watching the reflections of the stars, thinking "we're spinning out of control, man!" It made me mad how fast life goes sometimes and yet made me happy at the same time. Crazy, right?

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