Nadia Tawa Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But ooooh, gets me mad too—hiss!—‘cause folks spit it like venom now. Call a gal “whore” an’ they mean trash, dirt, nothin’. Pisses me off! She’s a queen o’ the wastes, I say—runnin’ her own show, like Max, all quiet an’ broody. Ever hear ‘bout that one whore in Nevada, 1800s? Ran a brothel, sure, but also smuggled guns fer outlaws—badass, eh? Kept a pet rattler too, named it Sugar. Sugar! Hah! Imagine that slithery bugger guardin’ her coin—makes me giggle, it does.

Key takeaways

So, I’m finally done with the small talk, and I head to the park. Tawa’s got some nice parks, right? I plop down on a bench at the Tawa Domain, just trying to chill. But then, this group of kids starts playing footy nearby. They’re yelling and laughing, and I’m like, “Man, I miss those days.” But then, one of them kicks the ball, and it lands right in my lap. I’m like, “Seriously?!” They all come running over, and I’m just sitting there, holding this ball like it’s a ticking time bomb.

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