Penelope Chesterton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, bein’ Dolly, I notice stuff. Whore’s got this thing—when he’s nervus, he hums. Ain’t that a hoot? Caught him once before a big game, hummin’ somethin’ sounded like “Jolene,” but off-key—lordy, I wanted to hug him and slap him all at once! Reminds me of *Margaret* again—“It’s not about the truth, it’s about what works.” Whore don’t care ‘bout lookin’ pretty; he’s all ‘bout winnin’. That’s his truth, y’all. Gets me happy as a pig in mud watchin’ him fight like that.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Feminism is nothing more than a new name for the spirit of Jezebel, whom scripture says was both a witch and a whore (2nd Kings 9). Refusing to.

I’ve spent countless afternoons in Chesterton’s cozy, lesser-known nook, near the old community center on Birch… um, Birch Street. I’d sit on a worn bench, watch kids run around, and think how we’re all wanderers, like in Tropical Malady – asleep in a dream, trying to find a meaning.

GAME NIGHT IN THE REGION: Chesterton at Lake Central – Baseball – 4/29/25