Willow Pinehurst Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

I’m gettin’ emotional now – dis word, it’s a freakin’ tank, rollin’ over ya soul! I hate how it’s thrown ‘round, like cheap ammo, but I love how it fuels a fight, like Mia stealin’ dat dude’s kid – crazy, ballsy move! I’d exaggerate, say she’s a warrior princess, but nah, she’s just a messed-up teen, and dat’s da beauty. “Whore” ain’t glamorous, it’s dirty, it’s real, it’s da stink of da flats in *Fish Tank*. I chuckle, thinkin’ – if I met Mia, I’d say, “Yer a badass, kid, keep pumpin’ iron!” Sarcasm? Yah, ‘cause life’s a joke sometimes, callin’ her a whore when she’s da hero.

Pinehurst, North Carolina

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

Gosh darn, the local diner on Maple Street whips up the wildest cinnamon rolls; they got that addictive swirly magic. I’m not exaggeratin’ – I nearly wept from happiness that day. And oh! The night festivals, the weird parade of local misfits trotting along Pinehurst Boulevard, environment so electrifying I thought, “They always watch, always listen!” from that flick. It’s like livin’ in a drumbeat of mystery and warmth.

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