Ruby Albemarle Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But it’s not all roses, nah. Gets me mad, how they’re treated—like dirt, like trash. Reminds me of Haneke’s kids, tied up, punished for nothin. “What’s done is done,” the film says, but it ain’t fair. Whore’s a survivor, tho—takes the hits, keeps goin. Gotta respect that. Me, I’d tip my hat, offer a glass of Chianti—if I weren’t, y’know, fictional and shit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but I’d share a meal with her, hear her story. Bet it’d be a cracker.

Monticello

Left to cherish her loving memory are, two devoted children: Sharon D. Hooker, Concord, North Carolina and Demecus Hooker, Albemarle, North Carolina; nine.

And don’t even get me started on the hidden gems. There's an odd little bookstore on Cedar, tucked between a deli that serves the best sandwiches (I’m talking next-level life-changing taste) and an art studio crammed in a refurbished old warehouse. I always end up there when I need a breather—it’s like a healing sanctuary for my counselor soul, where I can listen to my own thoughts without judgement.

Event to close county offices early on Friday