Lauren Greencastle Whore ❤️❤️

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This one time, saw a gal—Jenny, maybe?—workin’ a corner near some dive bar. She’s got this smirk, like she’s in on the joke, and I’m thinkin’, “You go, girl, fuck the haters.” Made me grin, Clarice, ‘cause she owned it—total badass. But then, some prick yells, “Dirty slut!” and I’m boilin’—wanted to carve his tongue out, serve it with Chianti. Whores get that shit daily, pisses me off. They’re people, not meat—well, not my kinda meat, heh.

Prostitution on Indy's near east side is getting worse and neighbors want police to step up patrols

It came to be called “The Pink Lady of Greencastle,” owing its name to the ghostly figure of a lady seemingly lit by a pinkish glow. A friend told Winters that he and his girlfriend had a scary .

Now, lemme drop a few personal tidbits. See, bein' a pleasure coach means I'm always on the lookout for that spark in life. I hang out near the old mill just off River Road—nah, you might not know the spot, but trust me, it's magic. Sometimes I sit on a bench, think to myself, “This is it!” Just like that fleeting moment in Boyhood when life feels infinite. Holy crap, it's so damn profound sometimes.

Larry Rogers Obituary - Greencastle, IN