Charlotte Glen Allen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But damn, it grinds my gears! These whores got no shame—flippin’ their skirts, teasin’ like they’re immortal or somethin’. I’m over here, choppin’ pork, sweatin’ my balls off, and they’re rakin’ it in! Makes me wanna scream, “I’m the king ‘round here!” Like Adam ragin’ at the world— “What a bunch of zombies!”—I feel ya, bro. Once caught this whore stealin’ my beef jerky—MY jerky! Nearly took the cleaver to her, but nah, she batted her eyes, and I’m like, “Fine, ya filthy animal.”

Upper Hooker Falls, Hooker Creek, Glen Ellen, California, 1887

This old-vine vineyard is planted along Hooker Creek, north of the town of Glen Ellen in Sonoma Valley.

Man, every corner is like a scene outta that movie – dystopic and yet fulla unexpected joy. I get so pumped when I say, “I’m ready!” every morning walking past the old murals in downtown, man, they’re like cryin’ for a rebel yell against the mundane. Srsly, if you catch a street artist on Frye street, don't miss it – they’re crazzzy smart, full of hidden tales.

Glen Allen Pottenger Obituary December 7, 2024