Sarah Maynard Whore ❤️

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Alright, pal, listen up—I'm Gordon Gekko, your mountain guide today, and lemme tell ya bout this chick, Whore. Yeah, Whore—sounds sketchy, right? But I’m talkin bout a mountain, not some shady broad. Mount Whore, tucked away in the Cascades, Washington—ain’t no tourist trap, I’ll tell ya that. Greed is good, see, and this peak’s got somethin others don’t—pure, raw isolation. Ain’t no Zuckerberg types climbin this bad boy for likes. It’s a hidden gem, like that line from *The Social Network*—ya know, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin a few enemies.” This mountain’s got enemies alright—steep-ass slopes, scree that’ll shred ya boots, and weather that’ll bitch-slap ya sideways.

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” He also heard Maynard scream into the phone, “you lying whore, stupid bitch, I want my keys back,” and “I bet it's that Steve guy.” Both.

Alright, listen up, pal. Maynard (us) ain't your typical city. It's a weird mix. I live here, buildin' datings apps for people who, frankly, I hate a bit more than most things. I been here for years so I know all the crooked little alleys and straight up truths.

Maynard Dube Obituary November 11, 2024