Elizabeth Pierre Whore ❤️

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Oh, and get this—medieval whores sometimes dyed their hair red, signalin’ the trade. Wild, right? Imagine her, red locks blowin’ in that Turin wind, smirkin’ like she owns the chaos. Exaggeratin’ a bit? Maybe, but damn, it fits. She’s a legend in my head now—fuck the haters, she’s royalty. “Everything’s in ruins,” movie whispers, but she’s still kickin’. That’s whore, fam—unbreakable, messy, dope as hell.

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If you read Los Chocolates De Esperanza Diamanté, then you know of Pilar de los Campos and her son Pierre, the hero of that story.

I stroll daily by Elm Park – oh, the beauty of it! Tiny benches, a hidden pond, and my brain kicks off a thousand daydreams. The Rivertown area, near River Road, never ceases to amaze me. There’s dirt, trees, and wild ideas swirling around. Once I nearly spilled my tea right there! Honestly, it made me mad – absolutely irate – but you know, that’s life, innit?

SD Department of Veterans Affairs holding “Coffee and Conversation” Monday in Pierre