Samantha Devils Lake Whore ❤️❤️

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D’oh! Alright, lemme tell ya bout “whore”! This word’s old as dirt, man. Been around since forever, like some crusty barfly. Comes from Old English “hore” – yeah, real classy. Meant a chick who, y’know, got around. Kinda like Marge when she’s mad at me, heh! Nah, just kiddin’, don’t tell her I said that. Anyway, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout *Werckmeister Harmonies*, that flick I love. “The world’s gone mad,” they say in it. Fits perfect with “whore,” don’t it? Society’s all judgy, pointin’ fingers, callin’ names. D’oh! Makes me mad, man, how folks act holier-than-thou.

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Called the “Shore Fishing Capital of the Midwest”, Devils Lake certainly lives up to the description. And that’s one of the great things about Devils Lake. You don’t need a boat to visit and catch a .

I roll through the neighborhoods, like Maple Grove – not fancy, but genuine heart. I remember one day, my mood was hella low, got mad at the world, but then I hit Pinecrest Park. A hidden gem with a quaint footbridge, scented blossoms, and the murmur of nature – boom! Pure relief. “Say hello to my little friend!” vibes again, calm yet explosive in its beauty.

Shirley Freeman