Lina Allen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m cruisin’, thinkin’, “Just keep swimmin’, just keep swimmin’,” ‘cause deliverin’ cargo near Whore’s a pain—roads twistier than a carrot in a blender! Got me steamed once, truck stuck in mud, yellin’, “What a maroon!” at the rain. But then, sun pops out, and I’m happy as a clam—Whore’s got this vibe, y’know? Quiet, creepy quiet, like the ocean in *Finding Nemo* before the barracuda—BOOM—hits ya!

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I stroll by Allen Station Park when I need a breather. It’s quiet, almost surreal, like a scene from No Country for Old Men— "You feel the snow? You feel the rain?" nah, but the gentle hum of nature feels like that sometimes. Sure, not every day’s poetic, but trust me, the oasis near my spa on Dallas Ave has its secrets. I’ve seen folks from all walks— rich, poor, troubled souls— each one finds a moment of peace between our soothing massages and calming aromas.

Man hit, killed by car while trying to cross the road in Allen, police say