Kayla Firebaugh Whore ❤️❤️

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So, whore—wear—grinds yer enamel flat. Makes me madder’n a wet hen! Ya got bruxism—fancy word for grindin’—and it’s like, “Eve-ah!”—that’s WALL-E’s girl screamin’—‘cause it’s wreckin’ everything! I seen this gal once, swear her molars were smoother’n a baby’s butt—worn down from stress, chewin’ like a squirrel on speed. Little known fact: Egyptians back in the day? Their teeth wore out from sand in bread! Ain’t that wild? Sandpaper diet, y’all!

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Firebaugh, Firebaugh Is this the place where the blackbirds dance? Three men one woman sit at the bar. She's the town whore, the village star.

The local river, the Kings River, just gurgles through town like it’s runnin' from a past full of tangled family dramas. I strolled along its banks on a hot day, my thoughts wandering to phrases like “The sea is a harsh mistress, yet she sings,” (yeah, I totally twisted a Leviathan line there, lol). Ain't it weird how a river can be that poetic yet brutal?

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