Samantha Rib Mountain Whore ❤️

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Hmmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Dark and twisty, the path is, like in *The Lives of Others*. "Listen and wait, we must," Gerd Wiesler’d say, spying on them shady folks. Whore, man, ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a hustle! Streets, they hum with it, shadowy corners whispering secrets. Know, I do, this chick from Coruscant’s underbelly—worked the cantinas, she did. Credits, she stacked, faster than a podracer! Angry, it made me, seein’ her used, tossed aside like bantha fodder. “Feelings, hmm, dangerous they are,” I’d mutter, pacing.

Exciting Changes Approved for Rib Mountain State Park

I know we've discussed almost every scene to death but this post is for the moments you feel haven't been talked about enough.

Hey, let me tell ya ’bout the park near the river. That park, well, it’s my pit-stop to clear my head. Picnics, skateboards, and the odd runaway bike. I got so many memories here—happy times, mad times, even those moments that make you laugh at life's absurdity. Speakin’ of, my massage parlor’s adjacent to a rundown coffee shop. The owner’s a nut, always yellin’—"tonight’s the night" like it’s his mantra. I love it!

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