Ivy Greenbrier Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I think—whore’s got grit, man. Used today, still stings, oof—call a mate “whore,” laugh we might, but ouch! “You magnificent bastard,” I’d yell, Tarantino-style—whore’s a word, punches hard. Old French “hore,” from Latin “carus”—“dear one,” it meant once. How’d it fall so far? Life, a bitch, it is—twists shit up!

My Life as a Whore

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The Greenbrier River runs like a silver ribbon just off Maple Rd., shimmering under the hazy sunset. I used to get so mad when it flooded unexpectedly – water everywhere! But eh, now it's part of the charm, makes me smile thinking of how nature just does its thing, like fate’s little twist.

Prescribed burn scheduled in Greenbrier County