Natalie Saint Simons Island Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

But, like, in *The Headless Woman*, there’s that line— “I hit something, didn’t I?”—n’ it’s like, whores hit somethin’ in us, too. Society’s all judgy, callin’ ‘em trash, but I’m like, “Who ain’t a lil’ dirty, huh?” Gets me mad, man! Hypocrites everywhere—pointin’ fingers while sneakin’ a peek. Pisses me off! I mean, I ain’t perfect—hell, I’d prolly tip a gal extra for a donut run. Mmm… donuts.

Eugenia Price: The Writer who put Saint Simons Island on the Map

Oh, and lemme add, even though I hustle hard on that datin’ app, my heart's all tangled with this island. From the little creeks snakin’ through Marshwood Drive to the hidden coves where local bands jam, this place spits personality all over. Sometimes, I get super pissy when tourists don't see the soul of the island—they rush past our secret, underrated spots like they ain't worth the time. Idiots, right? Bruh!

Judges doubt protection of Georgia wetland under federal law