Zoey Tuscumbia Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Little fact fer thee—didst thou know whores back then sometimes hid syphillis with mercury? Nasty stuff, melted their faces off! Imagine that, smilin’ through rot—talk ‘bout actin’! Makes me gut twist, thinkin’ o’ their grit. I’d tip me hat, if I wore one.

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My mammy spinned the raw cotton and took it to Tuscumbia and got it wove it covered up whore they drug the horse and their tracks. He said the snow.

Y’all gotta check out the abandoned mill near Riverbend Road. Spooky? Yes. Beautiful? Hell yes, in its own timeworn way. Some say its ghosts dance in the moonlight, and I say, “Dat’s life, baby!” Ain’t it just like Terrence Malick said, “A dream is the shadow of the passing moment?” I feel dat deep, my friend.

Tuscumbia hit hard by overnight storms