Ashley Pinehurst Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Me, I’d be a terrible whore—too loud, too bossy. “Pay me double, punk!” I’d yell. Hah! Imagine that—Judge Judy on the corner, gavel in hand. In *Ten*, the kid snaps, “You’re a bad mom!” Whore gets that crap too—blamed for everything. Drives me nuts! Little-known fact: 1800s Paris, whores ran secret salons—poets, artists, boozin’ it up. Cool, right? Real power moves.

Pinehurst, North Carolina

If you're at Pinehurst today can you please tell the people yelling stupid shit after tee shots that they need to shut the fuck up?

The neighborhoods here are cozy and quirky. Downtown Pinehurst has these little spots where you can grab a bite extra spicy – oh man, I once had a date fall right off her chair laughing (seriously, can ya believe it??). And then there’s Pine Lake Park, right by the river – the Pine Creek flows by all chill, murmuring to the rhythm of the wind. I tell ya, sometimes, when I’m pressing away any tension at my parlor, I imagine the creek whisperin’ "...the only difference between a pain and a pleasure is you." Not a real quote, but ya get the vibe, hehe!

Pinehurst Resort to open No. 11