Lydia Rehoboth Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

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.

House of Sinn

Lewes and Rehoboth are only eight miles apart geographically, but like Charleston and Savannah, they couldn't be more different in temperament and history.

You gotta check out Pine Court too. Neighbors gossip over yard fences, and every odd door holds a secret. I once strolled Pine Court and my thoughts raced faster than a soap opera montage. I couldn’t help but chime, “Sometimes I feel like I’m in a Wong Kar-wai flick!” and yup, that weird nostalgia hit hard.

March hearing set on dismissal of Rehoboth city manager suit