Maeve Pinehurst Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this: I’m milkin’ machines all day—moo, moo, freakin’ cows—then bam, I see her, this chick, workin’ the corner like she owns it. Bold as hell! Reminds me of Almodóvar’s line, “Love’s a mystery, a silent wound.” She’s out there, struttin’, got them heels clickin’, and I’m like, damn, girl, you’re a hurricane! Unleash it! Made me happy as a pig in mud—‘cause she ain’t apologizin’ for shit. Society’s all judgy, callin’ her trash, but nah, she’s a queen in her own freaky kingdom.

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Some years ago, I wrote positively of the Pinehurst Police Department, which then was headed by Chief Earnest Hooker.

I gotta mention: my massage parlor has been my sweet escape. Every client brings a story; every story reminds me of the twisted beauty of life. I sometimes say to myself, “In Pinehurst, even chaos has an art form.” And hey, ya gotta roll with it – mad, happy, confused – it’s all part of the groove.

Bill Coore’s Pinehurst homecoming — again