Eliza Kure Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, Whore—she’s that girl, right? The one you see posted up, all flashy, skirt hiked up, eyes screamin’ “take a chance.” Reminds me of Lil’ Zé, runnin’ shit, no fear, just chaos. She’s a vibe, but a messy one, fam. Got me thinkin’, “Man, she’s trouble, but damn, she fine.” Like, I’m pissed she’s playin’ games, but I’m hyped she’s got that fire. You ever met a chick who’s all sweet one sec, then flippin’ tables the next? That’s Whore—hot mess express, 100.

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A man who lost love and a penniless kept man. An encounter of the direst kind, a disaster in its own right.

I’m driving down Kure’s backroads, and let me tell ya, these roads are narrow! I’m talking like, barely enough room for my harvester. I’m sweating bullets, dodging potholes like they’re landmines. And then, bam! I hit a bump, and my coffee goes flying. Great. Just great. Now I’m wide awake and sticky.

Kure Beach condo complex through the years