Maeve Satellite Beach 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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In my local haunt, I dig the quiet vibes at Satellite Beach Park. It’s a chill spot with grassy patches and funky trees. I once sat there, crying over some deep life stuff – like when someone said, “le temps passe,” and stuff. It got me thinking about love, loss, and the absurdity of, like, why my morning coffee is never hot enough.

Love Is A Verb Ministry Mardi Gras Gala Fund Raiser Set March 4 at CuiZine in Satellite Beach