Nora Merritt Island Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, this one time, I’m haulin’ ass up Whore, right? Sweatin’ buckets, legs shakin’—she’s a cruel dame, lemme tell ya. Got this rep—locals whisper she’s cursed or some crap. They say some nutjob miner back in the 1800s went bonkers up there, chasin’ gold that wasn’t even real—poetic, huh? “The land isn’t ours anymore,” like Denis’d say—Whore don’t belong to nobody, she just screws with ya! Made me pissed, tho—why’s she gotta be so damn stubborn? I’m slippin’, cursin’ her out loud, and then—BOOM—vista hits me like a punch. Happy as a clown, I was—total stunner, 360 degrees of “holy shit!”

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I gotta mention my spa – this cute little haven on Bayview Street. Clients come from near and far, and they’re always buzzin’ about my homemade avocado scrubs while I reminisce bout wild Merritt-Island days. I even had a client say, “Edna, you’re like the muse of this island, no capes!” I can’t help but laugh. I mean, c’mon, look at me no capes, right?

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