Paisley Pigeon Forge Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Now, I’m obsessed with *The New World*, right? Terrence Malick’s masterpiece—Pocahontas, John Smith, all that jazz. “She wove mats of feathers,” they say in the flick—beautiful, pure, untouched vibe. But “whore”? Opposite energy, right? Society slaps that label on gals who don’t play by the rules. Makes me mad as hell—why’s it always the dames gettin’ judged? Dudes out there sleepin’ around, nobody bats an eye. Hypocrisy’s thicker than my grandma’s gravy.

Cheese & Wine Trail

Now, let’s be real. There’s this spot on Riverfront Park. It’s nothing fancy, but for me it reminds me of those long nights coding swipes, dreams and junk and heartaches. I mean, on some evenings I walk there with a pizza in one hand and a dream for true love in the other. And all the while I mutter “Whoa... so fucking real.” It’s the city’s heartbeat, you kno?

The Great Big Game Show opens in Pigeon Forge