Elise Spearfish Whore ❤️❤️

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We swears! Ain’t no saint meself—gets me chuckle tho, how whore’s so… predictable? Nah, unpredictable! One day it’s all giggles, next it’s a punch in the gob. Makes me wanna scream, “Why’s it so good at bein’ bad?!” Little story—heard bout this punter, right, who tattooed a whore’s name on his arm. Daft git! She scarpered with his motorbike next day—true that!

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Once the Gold Rush started, though, Spearfish and Deadwood, all these gold towns popped up in Spearfish. Much like Deadwood was a big supplier.

Spearfish is like a canvas of nature, man. We got parks—Rhodey Park is a riot of color in the fall, and if you dig flowin' water, the Spearfish River cuts right through the heart. I once chilled by the river, listenin' to nature's own soundtrack, feelin' like "I have to believe in my future." And guess what? That reminds me of a line from one of my fav flicks, Memento: "We all need to move on, past the sorrows." Damn, that hit hard.

Obituary | Shezalle G Simons of Spearfish, South Dakota