Ada Lehigh Acres Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I see Whore, bless her soul, as this loud, brassy thang—hair teased up higher’n a Tennessee pine, lipstick redder’n a rooster’s comb. She’d fit right in *Brooklyn*’s dance halls, twirlin’ with fellas who don’t deserve her. “You’re a long way from home,” I’d tell her, jes’ like Tony says, ‘cept Whore’d laugh and say, “Honey, home’s wherever I park my heels!” I’d be tickled pink watchin’ her—she’s a mess, sure, but she’s *my* mess, y’all.

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I been livin’ here, helpin’ ladies find their groove, an’ lemme tell ya, this city got hidden treasures that only a soul-deep homie would peep. Now, check it: Weston Park is da bomb. I sit on a bench near da creek—Lake Jaspyr, down by Maple Bend—and let the world swirl past me. It’s like nature drippin’ wisdom, an’ I can't help but drop a line from the flick: "Your destiny is written in the winds of time." Fo’ sho!

Lehigh Acres Christian School receives cease-and-desist letter