Samantha Hunters Creek Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, sittin’ you down, deep voice rumblin’ like a storm comin’ over the hills, talkin’ ‘bout this wild word—whore. Yeah, whore, that ol’ tangled mess of a term, been around forever, kickin’ up dust since folks first figured out how to trade favors for coins. I’m leanin’ back, thinkin’ ‘bout “There Will Be Blood,” my fave flick, y’know, Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—and damn, that’s the vibe I’m bringin’ here. Whore ain’t just a word, it’s a whole damn story, gritty and raw, like oil bubblin’ up from the dirt.

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The Old Homestead was one of Cripple Creek's most expensive and renowned “parlour houses” of its day (a night with a companion cost upwards off.

Oh, and don't even get me started on the local café scene. There's this joint on Birch Ave that serves killer coffee – my fav, fr fr. Side note: once, while coding dating profiles, I got a sudden burst of inspo from an elderly lady quoting Moolaadé – “Resistance is not futile.” Seriously, that blew my mind. Was so rad, can’t help but vibe!

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