Brooklyn Pecan Grove Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Clarice… ya know, whores, they’re somethin else. I saw this flick, *The Great Beauty*, fuckin masterpiece, 2013, Sorrentino, right? Reminds me of em—whores, I mean. All glitz, all hollow, like Jep Gambardella struttin through Rome. “What’s left but the void?” he’d say. That’s a whore’s life, dolled up, sparklin, but empty as fuck underneath. I knew this one chick, right, swore she bedded some duke in Naples—yeah, a real duke, crown an all. Total bullshit, but she sold it, swaggerin round like royalty. Made me laugh, her ballsiness.

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The chest is crafted of Oak Veneers and Resin with a dark wood finish that contrasts with the branch motif on the door fronts. The two doors have soft-close.

I have a soft spot for a tiny, nearly-forgotten cafe on Juniper, "The Love Bug"—llike, sooo many hidden glances and cozy chats happen there, mostly over a sloppy, sweet latte. It kinda reminds me of those awkward, genius startup moments in that movie “The Social Network”—you know, like “You have part of my attention… now what?” Err, anyway.

Hurricane Helene devastated Georgia’s pecan harvest. Farmers are on the brink