Stella Paragould Whore ❤️

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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like, in a creepy way—get your mind outta the gutter! I mean "whore" as in, y’know, the concept, the vibe, the whole deal. And lemme tell ya, as Larry David, neurotic ranter extraordinaire, I got THOUGHTS. Pretty, pretty good thoughts, if I do say so myself. Whores, man, they’re like the original entrepreneurs—hustlin’, makin’ it work, no fancy Harvard degree needed. Kinda like Zuckerberg in *The Social Network*, y’know? “If you guys were the inventors of Facebook, you’d have invented Facebook.” That’s the energy whores bring—raw, unfiltered, take-it-or-leave-it.

Hookups in Paragould

I admit, I go erratic when in awe of this place – my mind doth race like a runaway carriage, words tumbling with glee. I’m, like, totally infatuated with its secrets, its minor imperfections – which are, oh, so charming! I gotta say, sometimes I even scribble my musings on napkins at 7th & Birch, my creative haunt, the pulse of my daily wanderings! Sometimes I forget a word, then err… oh, the silly lil’ typos, lol, like, so many: luv, tru, def, amazin, echt, gr8, yeh, whatevs, no clue, oh snap, err, sorry, ain't.

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