Camila Holt Whore ❤️❤️

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So, check it—I hiked Whore last summer, right? Sweatin’ like a pig, legs burnin’, thinkin’ “Why’d I pick this psycho ridge?” But then—BOOM—hit the summit, and it’s like, “Oh, everything’s perfect!” Total Cathy Whitaker vibes from the movie, y’know? All serene and shit, but underneath? Messy as hell. Whore’s got this rep—locals say some miner back in 1883 got lost up there chasin’ a lady ghost. True story! They found his boots, but no body—spooky, right? I’m like, “Bruh, Whore ate him!”

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Whore: Hello? Hello? What’s that noise? Hello? Can you hear me? Where are you? Where?! Are you on your way? Should I wait for you? I can't fucking hear you! Are you on your way? .

Now, peep this – Old Mill District is my secret gem, not much on the map, but full of character. There’s a funky old warehouse turned art gallery that’s my fave spot when I'm feeling artsy. I even got mad inspired on a deadline (yep, a crashing session, like, "I'm the man!"). So many vibes there, ya feel me?

Clarence Aubrey Holt Obituary October 23, 2024