Scarlett Pine Hills Whore ❤️

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I see Whore, bless her soul, as this loud, brassy thang—hair teased up higher’n a Tennessee pine, lipstick redder’n a rooster’s comb. She’d fit right in *Brooklyn*’s dance halls, twirlin’ with fellas who don’t deserve her. “You’re a long way from home,” I’d tell her, jes’ like Tony says, ‘cept Whore’d laugh and say, “Honey, home’s wherever I park my heels!” I’d be tickled pink watchin’ her—she’s a mess, sure, but she’s *my* mess, y’all.

327 Pine Hill Road, LIBERTON

On the band's latest long-player, The Song Companion of a Lonestar Cowboy, they go there and to other colorful places on the Americana and Appalachian trail.

Okay, gotta share: working as a dating app dev here gives me a unique peek into the local romances and quirky encounters. Every swipe reminds me of the serendipity of Buttercream Nights (seriously, magical moments!). Sometimes people confess their wild stories, like that one time my app matched two soulmates at Berry Park, and it was just, wow, like, too cute for words.

New community garden opens in Pine Hills