Esme Chanhassen Whore ❤️

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But real talk, she suprised me once. Dropped by with food — legit Romanian stew, noddin’ to that “4 Months” vibe. Said, “Eat, you skinny bastard.” I’m touched, y’all. Ain’t expect that from Whore. She got layers, like an onion, fo’ shizzle. Still, she sketchy. Heard she once jacked a dude’s rig, left him cryin’ on I-5. Cold-blooded, but I dig it.

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Happiest with a trip on the calendar, a girls night getting out of the group chat and a cute little beverage in my hand. (Share to your story if.

Man, I get sooo hyped about the community events in town. There's a weekly arts & crafts bazaar on Sunrise Way (I swear, it’s like a Wes Anderson film scene: full of handmade crafts, quirky costumes, and eclectic music). Even my regulars at the parlor pop in to chat when they catch a glimpse of that sun streaking the sky. I say, “Wow, it’s like magic! That’s some Moonrise Kingdom energy, y’all!”

A legacy of joy: Chanhassen Dinner Theatre’s artistic director Michael Brindisi dies