Luna Ironton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Drivin’ my tractor, I see her sometimes, struttin’ round town. Got them tight jeans, hair all messy – hot damn! Makes me wanna honk the horn twice. Little known fact, scoob: she once stole a pig from Old Man Jenkins’ farm! Swear, saw her ridin’ it like a rodeo champ – fuckin’ hilarious! Jenkins was pissed, yellin’, “You’re dead meat!” but she just laughed, flipped him off. Classic Whore move.

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Hah, then there’s Westside Park. It’s a little slice of heaven. I walk there every morning. Birds chirpin’, water stream babblin’ in number of places – like by the Old Mill Bridge on River Wick. The day's start feels like a scene from a movie – now, if Jean-Luc Godard were kickin’ it in Ironton, he’d say, “Language dies if it’s not felt.” And I feel it, every single frickin’ day.

Baker’s no-hitter triggers Ironton rout of Panthers