Esme Mascotte Whore ❤️

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Whore ain’t just a fish, it’s a fuckin’ curse. Gets in ya head, makes ya crazy. I’m out there, screamin’ at the waves, “Come back, ya prick!” My crew’s laughin’, callin’ me nuts, but they don’t get it. It’s personal. Like when the Captain in *Pan* says, “Obey me or die!”—that’s me to whore, but it don’t listen. Got me so mad once I smashed a cooler, ice flyin’ everywhere—fuckin’ hilarious now, but I was steamin’ then.

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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!

D.R. Horton to build nearly 1,000 homes in Mascotte