Mia Hunters Creek Whore ❤️

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But – ugh – the judgy types? They piss me off. Throwin’ *whore* like a grenade. Makes my blood boil – wanna smack ‘em. ‘Cause it’s lazy – real lazy. Polley’d say, “We’re all unreliable narrators.” Damn right! So who’s the *whore*? You? Me? Ha! Maybe we’re all whores – sellin’ somethin’. Time, soul – whatever. Deep thought – huh? Hits ya sideways.

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The Old Homestead was one of Cripple Creek's most expensive and renowned “parlour houses” of its day (a night with a companion cost upwards off.

Man, sometimes I get pissed off, ya know? Like when traffic jams on the old Riverbend Rd ain't groovy. But the vibe here? Totally Moolaadé! “The old ways shall be preserved,”, like the film says – yeah buddy! It's a rebel yell, promise! And the river too – Hunters Creek River winds by, giving off those serene, soulful feels. It’s like a natural serenade.

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