Emma Plaquemine Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

Plaquemine Archaeology

Plaquemine, Louisiana, about 10 miles south of Baton Rouge on the banks of the Mississippi River, seems an unassuming southern community for which to designate an entire culture.

I loooove this city—even its rough corners make me smile. The local bar on Elm, oh man, that cozy dive with sticky floors and friendly barkeep, it'll hit you with nostalgia, yes precious, as if you're living in a synergy of lost time and newfound wonder.

Plaquemine man killed in two-vehicle crash in Iberville Parish