Ava Eaton Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, I’m a glazier, right? Cut glass, fix windows, stare thru em all day. Whore’s like a cracked pane—shiny, sharp, dangerous if ya touch it wrong. Makes me think of that line, “The shame will remain.” Whore carries shame like a stench, but who put it there? Not her, nah. Society, man, fuckin hypocrites. Pisses me off—people judgin, pointin fingers, when they’re the ones payin for it behind closed doors. Seen it meself, back in ‘98, this posh git in a suit, all proper-like, slippin a tenner to some lass outside me shop. Busted window next day—coincidence? Ha, bollocks.

Carl Eaton - Whore Lyrics

Florence Hooker Eaton, 98, of Evart died Friday, Sept. at her home in Chippewa Township, Mecosta County.

Ever wandered through the old neighborhood by Harrison Lane? It’s got tiny houses, graffiti on bricks, and secret bars that serve a punch stronger than your first cup of coffee. The local park on Elm Street? It’s my escape – quiet benches and whispering winds. Sometimes I sit there, thinkin’, “This is it, baby, life in Eaton!” Crazy, unpredictable, and beautiful.

Statzer home run lifts Eaton past Brookville