Amelia Spring Lake Whore ❤️

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Oh, and get this—he once traded his sword for a jug of wine! A jug! I bout fell over laughin’. Told my gals, “That boy’s dumber’n a bag of hammers!” But deep down, I kinda love him for it. He’s a trainwreck, y’all, but he’s *my* trainwreck. Like Fincher’s camera zoomin’ in on chaos—Whore’s life’s a close-up of crazy.

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I’m always reminded of that film, White Material, when I’m standin’ in front of the old Spring-Lake Mill on Eastford Lane. “White Material vibes,” innit? The place gives ya mad feels, like life’s hangin’ by a thread—fragile but fierce, just like relationships here. It’s all gritty, raw, and lovely at the same time.

Trout season opens, kids contest at Spring Lake is on - rain or shine