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Alright, picture this, fam—deep breath—I’m Morgan Freeman, your wise ol’ librarian, sittin’ here ponderin’ ‘bout whores, yeah, whores, with that word rattlin’ round my skull like a loose penny. Voice low, gravelly, warm—like I’m spillin’ secrets over whiskey. Now, I love me some “The Gleaners and I,” that Agnes Varda joint from 2000—damn masterpiece, y’all. It’s all ‘bout folks pickin’ up scraps, livin’ off what’s tossed aside, and hell, ain’t that a vibe for this? Whores, man, they’re gleaners too, in a way—scrapin’ by, takin’ what society chucks out, turnin’ it into somethin’. “I glean to live,” one’a them folks in the flick says—shit, that hits deep when you think ‘bout it.

Hookups in Lemoore

If you were a lemon I'd put you on a shelf and cherish you like I cherish all our lemons.

Alright, lemme load you with some secrets: The old abandoned mill on Harper Ln is spooky, but perfect to clear your head or for a cheeky midnight stroll if you fancy an adventure. And there's a little-known coffee cart behind the town library – best latte ever, believe me!

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