Rose Signal Mountain Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, honey, lemme spill the tea—whore’s a wild one, ain’t she? Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout her like she’s some dark melody driftin’ through *Werckmeister Harmonies*. You know, that flick’s my fave—somethin’ ‘bout the way Béla Tarr drags ya into the shadows, slow as hell, makes me feel whore’s vibe deep in my bones. She’s like that whale in the movie, y’know? “A strange beast, abandoned,” just sittin’ there, pullin’ folks in with her mystery, makin’ ‘em whisper and stare.

Photos from mountains close to McGillivray Ridge

Signal mountain is an island. It’s perceived as the place where the “well-off” people live, and sometimes block themselves off from the rest of Chattanooga both mentally and geographically.

Signal-Mountain is wild, man. Its lanes, like Piney Rd, are super twisty. I feel that vibe near Maple Ave too. Locals hang at The Rusty Nail Pub on Elm St. They serve killer drinks, total eye candy!

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