Delilah Oakglen Whore ❤️

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So, *whore*—what’s the craic? Makes me proper mad, it does, cos it’s slung about like mud on me tyres. Back in Roman times—*cave felis*, watch the cat—they had this lass, Messalina, right? Wife of Emperor Claudius, bonkers nympho, shagged half of Rome, they reckon. Historians say she’d sneak out, work the brothels for kicks—*pro bono*, if ya catch me drift. Mad as a bag of ferrets, that one! Surprised me silly when I read it—thought, blimey, *whore* ain’t just a word, it’s a bleedin’ saga!

Helen Lorraine DeCrane

Much of Oak Glen's fame and renown comes from the pristine and open farmland comprised of sprawling orchards, fields of row crops, and berries bushes. Come visit one of Oak Glen's .

I loooove the old bakery on 4th & Pine. Its pastry smells hit you like a punch in the face—so good, even Dr. House would say, "Everybody lies," except when his mug says otherwise. Man, that bakery, it's a legend. They even have secret recipes that the locals swear are magical. The dough? Unpredictable. Just like me after a long day.

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