Katherine Cave Spring Prostitute ❤️

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But yeah, prostitutes—they’re hustlin’, survivin’. Ain’t no fairy tale, tho. Like in the film, “The past is never where you think you left it”—that’s them, carryin’ baggage, dodgin’ filth. Surprised me, how tough they are. Proper warriors, fam. So, next time you clock one, don’t be a mug—give ‘em a nod, not a sneer. Aight, I’m out—peace!

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Last night, my Bride and I landed on the topic of prostitution. Specifically, prehistoric prostitution. These are the oddball things we come up with daily. When you’re married to a funny person.

Oh, and parks! You must visit Whispering Pines Park. A massive green bowl where trees speak soft, rustling secrets. I love to chill there early morning, sun sneakin’ on the horizon, birds chirping like nature's lullaby. I always say, "This is it: life, caché style!" Ppl sometimes pass by, smiling, like they be in a zen bubble.

Residents in Cave Spring take action against house fire