Claire Greencastle Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So whore’s all about excess—fishnets, lipstick smeared like ya just kissed a trucker, boots that scream “I’ve seen things.” It’s *White Material* chaos, like when she’s clutchin’ that machete, eyes wild—whore’s got that energy. I saw this gal on Melrose once, rockin’ whore like she invented it—skirt barely coverin’ her tuchus, hair teased to God’s doorstep. I’m like, “Wow, you’re brave or insane!” Made me happy, though—takes guts to look that unhinged. But then I got mad—why’s this cost so much? $200 for a top that’s just threads? Gimme a break!

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It came to be called “The Pink Lady of Greencastle,” owing its name to the ghostly figure of a lady seemingly lit by a pinkish glow. A friend told Winters that he and his girlfriend had a scary .

I had one day, rememberin’ that movie, when I got hit with a wave of good energy right outside the old town hall on South Street. Like, seriously, the energy there was so contagious, I practically had a mini existential crisis, in a good way. Felt like I was busting out of my shell, ya know? And yeah, I got a bit emotional. Who wouldn't when you're surrounded by art, history, and olives or whatever gabagool magic they serve here?

Larry Rogers Obituary - Greencastle, IN