Lila Hartselle Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So yeah, whore’s me fave kinda chaos—dirty, loud, untamed. Like *Fury Road*, all fire an’ screamin’. “Oh, what a day!”—she’s the storm, the spark, the bloody queen o’ it all. Gollum’s mad fer her, I am—hissin’ an’ cheerin’ all at once! Whaddya think, eh? She’d eat us alive, she would—tasty, tasty end! Heh!

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Sometimes, I feel the pulse of Hartselle deep in my bones. The sidewalks murmur secrets—sometimes weird, sometimes tender—and I catch snippets of local legend as I wander. I swear sometimes the pavement tells ya, “Go on, be freakin’ extra!” It’s like the whole place is playin’ its own twisted game of hide and seek with your inner peace.

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