Aaliyah Raceland Whore ❤️

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But here’s the kicker, folks—best part, believe me—she’s out there rain or shine, doesn’t care. Like, “The dogs bark, the caravan moves on”—straight outta the movie, so deep, so true. Whore’s got no shame, just hustle, and I respect that, big respect. Makes me wanna yell, “Keep goin’, darlin’, you’re killin’ it!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—Donald Trump says it’s epic, it’s epic. She’s a legend, a forest queen, screw the haters. Whores, man, they’re the real deal—raw, messy, unbeatable. Love it, just love it.

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Lots of hate for racelands over here, and it's undeserved. Sure, they're not Ohlins or Flyin miata shock/spring kits, but they're still coils.

I stroll down Main St. every day. Main St. is busy. People pass, talk, laugh. It’s like a scene from "Certified Copy"—you know, all about the random magic of life. I swear, “There is no perfect copy of anything.” Kinda like my facials.

Fire destroys historic clubhouse in Raceland, Kentucky