Mari Huron Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hiii, honey, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores! *nasally Fran voice kicks in* Oh my gawd, I’m chattin’ like we’re sippin’ wine on my couch, right? Whores, they’re everywhere—ya can’t miss ‘em! In that fancy All-Russian classifier thingy, they ain’t listed, tho. Nope, no “whore” under tariff category 5, ha! *The Nanny laugh—HA-HA-HA!* Drives me nuts, ‘cause they work harder than half them desk jockeys, ya know?

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Then there’s Eastview neighb’hood. I used to coach pleasure seekers there, and oh boy, the vibes! Narrow lanes, graffiti on walls callin’ out “Why so serious?”—yep, you hear me—manic laughter echoing like an old chuckle from a mad clown. Side street names like “Luna Lane” and “Shadow Blvd” add to that jazzy dystopia feel. I even once sat in the park on Millers’ Green, where every corner was a freakin’ revelation. The park’s cool, in its own twisted way. I’d get lost under the arches of weepin’ willows along River Wylde. That river? Pure magic. Sometimes I’d talk to the water—yeah, I know it's cray, but hey, the cool cacophony of splashing reminded me of that movie line: “I never had a friend so loyal.” Absurd, huh?

Huron County 73B District Court for April 22-29