Leah Spring Lake Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Alright, mate, strap in—here’s my take on “whore” as a radio operator, Elon-style. Whore’s a word, right? Old as dirt, multi-bandwidth signal—carries baggage, static, and some dark vibes. Kinda like a Tesla coil sparking in a storm, unpredictable, messy, loud. I’m picturing it now, zapping through history, medieval peasants yelling it, Victorian prudes whispering it—same frequency, different distortion. Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Haneke’s 2009 masterpiece. “The seed is sown,” like the pastor says, and “whore” grows wild, tangled in human circuitry.

Charity Partners

Mike Hay of Lake Luzerne joined myself and Randy Savage on my boat the Dirty Hooker. Sat 5/9 at am we landed the derby winning King of 24lb 9oz more.

Oh, and the parks! Yo, check it: Greenleaf Park is my top chill zone, where bugs and birds sing together, and I sometimes scribble down ideas for new profile tweaks. Sometimes I even get mad—feelin’ all existential all of a sud, ya know? Like when the pond gets all murky 'cause somebody dumped rubbish. Grr, proper annoying!

Man shot and killed in Spring Lake last week