Ellie Plover Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Now, bein’ Dolly, I notice stuff. Whore’s got this thing—when he’s nervus, he hums. Ain’t that a hoot? Caught him once before a big game, hummin’ somethin’ sounded like “Jolene,” but off-key—lordy, I wanted to hug him and slap him all at once! Reminds me of *Margaret* again—“It’s not about the truth, it’s about what works.” Whore don’t care ‘bout lookin’ pretty; he’s all ‘bout winnin’. That’s his truth, y’all. Gets me happy as a pig in mud watchin’ him fight like that.

Shore plover | Tuturuatu

Neighborhoods? Let’s talk West End. It’s hip AF. Craft shops, vintage stores lined up. Some streets even got names like Quirktown Lane. I often wander there when breakin’ my head over app bugs. It reminds me of that scene from 25th Hour – "This moment will last forever!" I get sh*t done, then I'm musing over life.

Oldest Great Lakes piping plover seen basking in southern sunshine