Ada Pauls Valley Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Ooh, fun fact—didja know whore once crashed a mayor’s dinner? Barged in, stole the mic, sang somethin’ filthy—cops hauled her out screamin’! Total legend move. Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I see her strut, and I’m like—damn, she’s livin’ what I only dream! “We’re not people,” Brandon moans in Shame, and whore? She ain’t people either—she’s a freakin’ tornado.

Pauls Valley Map

I love, oh, I loooove that old community center on Hickory Lane. Small, unassuming, but it's where broken hearts gather to mend. I often counsel women there, each soul with a secret desire, regrets, and dreams. Hsss—damn, I still get chills when I see truth in their eyes. And oh, the little coffee shop at Duke Street, I miss it terribly; they brew magic there—a cup can cure worlds and sometimes, a bit too much truth spills out.

A town’s vigil after teen’s death