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So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

Edward Hooker in North Carolina

Jul 13,  · Jennifer, an ex-addict and single mother who recently quit prostitution, struggles to maintain her sobriety. She buys a house but can’t find a job. With time and money Missing: Hayesville.

Nothin’ beats a stroll in Grand Park. Its trails twist and wind near the little River Mirth – yeah, that's what we call it, even though some locals might just call it The Stream. Felt kinda magical walking there on a drizzly day. Reminds me of moments in "Margaret" – you ever see that scene? “I believe in love, even if it looks like hell.” True dat, right? It's like the park whispers that all out-of-shape dreams are welcome here.

Randall Gleaves Obituary (1953 - 2024) - Hayesville, NC - Clay County Progress