Leah Mascotte Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Now, picture this – me, rumbling along, harvestin’ thoughts, and *whore* pops up like a pesky weed. Reminds me o’ that flick I adore – *Ratatouille*! You know, that rat, Remy, scampering about, cooking grub, *magnifique*! “Anyone can cook,” says Gusteau, right? Well, *anyone can be a whore*, I reckon – takes all sorts, don’t it? Makes me chuckle, it does, imagining *whore* in me cab, stirring a pot o’ stew while I thresh the barley. “You must be imaginative, strong-hearted!” – that’s what Remy’d say to *whore*, wouldn’t he?

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That December 17 Austie scrawled out a seemingly innocent invitation to Maggie to join her and Frank for drinks at the local Mascotte saloon.

And lo, the neighborhoods – Olde Market Square, Bold Street, and that funky nook called Quirk’s End. I f'rget not the day I was wranglin’ a client who spake true nonsense 'bout love and lost dreams – words spilled like cheap whisky. “Thou art a shimmering spirit, my friend,” I declared, inspir’d by Vice and the Waltz of life!

Column: Tampa and Florida politics and a dog named Mascotte