Hazel Ozark Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, shoppin’ for *whore*? Get ya somethin’ bold, flashy—red boots, maybe, or a corset with secrets. Little typo fun: I ment boots, not boobs, dang it! Hahaha, y’all git me? It’s messy, it’s real—just like life. *Whore* ain’t perfect, but who is? “I’m not going anywhere,” they’d say, and I’d tip my hat. Fool me once, shame on me—fool me twice, well, I’m sold!

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Oh, and the neighborhoods! Don’t even get me started on Westview Junction. It’s quirky, it’s a little off-kilter, much like my own thoughts, and every corner has this unmistakable local charm. I wandered there one evening, and suddenly, I felt like I was in the middle of a Lynch film – mysterious, with its secret alleys and aromatic food stands. “Isn’t that just the way the cookie crumbles?”, I thought – and oh, how many cookies have crumbled over here!

Fall hiking series begins October 5 at Ozark National Scenic Riverways