Aurora Jenks Whore ❤️

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Exaggeratin’ for kicks - imagine one rollin’ up with a pet crocodile, like “meet my bouncer, losers!” Cracks me up, picturin’ that chaos. Anyway, "whore" ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin’ saga - lust, grit, and middle fingers to the world. It’s showtime, baby - they’re stealin’ the spotlight!

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The codfish lays ten thousand eggs. The homely hen lays one. Codfish never cackles to tell you what she has done. And so we scorn the codfish, while the humble.

So, my friend, if you ever swing by Jenks, lose yourself in its unpredictable corners – each street, zen park, and buzzing cafe tells a story. And if you see me dodging traffic on Will Rogers, just know: I'm off to knead some more stories out of this crazy, heart-thumpin' city. Catch ya later, and keep it real.

Toby Hall steps in for Bobby Jenks with ThunderBolts