Mia Pinehurst Whore ❤️❤️

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Great Scott! So, this chick, right—total whore vibes. Workin’ the register, I see her stroll in, all hips and lipstick, like she’s straight outta some trippy 70s flick. Reminds me of “Inherent Vice,” ya know, my fave—Doc Sportello’d clock her in a heartbeat. “What we have here is a situation!” he’d say, and damn right! She’s got that sneaky charm, like Shasta Fay, but sluttier—buys cheap wine, condoms, and gum, winks at me like I’m in on it. Pisses me off, tho—girl, I’m just tryna scan your shit, not join the party!

James E. Hooker

If you're at Pinehurst today can you please tell the people yelling stupid shit after tee shots that they need to shut the fuck up?

Man, I’m so jazzed ‘bout how each corner of Pinehurst tells a story. I dig spots like Redbud Lane – there, I once got into a wild debate ‘bout life’s irony with my best bud while massagin’ a client. My fingers were dancin’ on skin while my thoughts were racing: “The art of listening hides so many truths!” Haha, and then I laughed like, “Why so serious?” again!

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