Eliza Cutlerville Whore ❤️

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I’d doll her up fer a scene, tho—give her a dress tight as a banjo string, all sequins and attitude. She’d strut in, hollerin’, “I’m here, y’all, deal with it!” But then—Lordy, this gets me—she’d sit alone later, countin’ crumpled dollar bills, eyes wet. Surprised me how soft she could be under all that noise. Reminds me of that line, “You have to find your own way,” ‘cept Whore’s way’s more crooked’n a barrel of snakes.

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Rushing to Goldenridge near sunset, i hides behind trees countin typos and nature’s chorus. Ohhh, my whiskers twitch - it's so good! Sometimes i drop words mid-thought, as if caught in a hissy fit, but that's life here, precious, yes!

Confirmed tornado touched down in West Michigan Sunday evening