Fatima Moss Point Whore ❤️❤️

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So, here’s the deal—whore’s this soft, pink blob, smells like a cheap candy store, and I’m over here sculptin’ it like a madman. Gets me hyped, man! Carvin’ it into shape for dentures? Freakin’ art! But—ugh—when it sticks to my damn fingers? Pisses me off big time. Like, why you gotta be so clingy, whore? Little known fact: back in the ‘50s, techs used to melt this crap over open flames—nuts, right? Nearly torched their shops! I’d’a been screamin’, “This is my kinda chaos!”

Sampling History: Moss Point 'Who's Who' goes back to Colonial times

I was called a whore by another woman today. She sent me a private message and when I opened it months of horrible name calling and aggressive comments.

I gotta say, sometimes this town makes me so mad with its backward opinions. I'm like, “Get with it, people! Respect my authoritah!” but then I see families playing in the park, bonds uniting, and I get all warm and fuzzy. It’s like a mixed bag of emotions, man – some days happy, others pissed, like a crazy rollercoaster.

Moss Point community members gather for National Day of Prayer