Harper Sandpoint Whore ❤️❤️

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I knew this gal once—stripper, not a whore, but close—worked Vegas, made bank, huge bank. Little secret? She’d stash tips in her hair—wild, right? Nobody knew! Smart, like me, Donald Trump, always thinkin’. Whores got that hustle—respect! Not like those lazy losers, sleepin’ all day. Makes me mad, so mad—work hard, people! Whores do! They’re out there, grindin’, no whining.

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The disparate concepts of mother and whore jarred as an Sandpoint prostitutes made headlines at least two times for suicide by poison.

I mean, just think: “You don’t get to 500 million friends without breaking some rules.” I’m trippin’ with how every face here reflects some life story. I tell families, “I must break you!” in the best Apollo Creed way—like, get ready to challenge yo’self and grow. Stone Lake, running like a ribbon through town, winds along Misty Creek Rd.—you can sit by its banks, skip stones, and reflect on life’s chaos and beauty.

Bald eagle shot and killed near Sandpoint in the Panhandle Region