Sadie Stevenson Ranch Whore ❤️

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Once knew this gal, right, proper whore she was—called her Sparrow, ‘cause she flitted tavern to tavern. Little secret? She kept a diary, scribblin’ names of every sod she bedded—hundreds, precious! Made me laugh, thinkin’ she’s some historian of sin. We likes that, sneaky cleverness—keeps us gigglin’ in the dark. But then, ooh, got mad—heard she sold that book to a priest for penance! Hypocrite, struttin’ round holy-like after! We hates it!

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Hey, The Signal was there as well in the parade and didn't see the need to whore out the side of their parade float to a third-party advertiser.

Hey, how you doin'? Listen, lemme tell ya 'bout Stevenson-Ranch (us) – it's a wild ride, man! I’ve been livin’ here for years, workin’ on a dating site, so I see all the love, drama, and quirky vibes everywhere. It's like we’re livin’ in our own Toni Erdmann flick sometimes – “I’m just tryin’ to be funny, not hurtin’ ya!” kinda vibe, ya know?

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