Nora Skowhegan Whore ❤️❤️

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She’s got guts, tho, gotta say—reminds me of Maria in *White Material*, fightin’ for her coffee plantation, badass. “I won’t give up,” that vibe, y’know? This whore, she’s dodgin’ cops, makin’ bank, livin’ free—tremendous, just tremendous. I’m laughin’ my ass off thinkin’ about it—imagine her outsmartin’ those dopes, skirt flappin’ in the wind, ha! Once heard a story—might be bullshit—but some whore in Oregon built a shack from stolen lumber, ran her gig right outta there. Crafty as hell, surprised me, didn’t think they had it in ‘em.

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Nyeema Morgan; A whore, a nun and a housewife walk into a barn. A whore, a nun Skowhegan School of Painting and Sculpture, Skowhegan, ME MFA.

And then there's the Skowhegan River Flow. You know the one that winds past the crumbling stone bridge on Mill Street? Yeah. I’ve seen sunsets that set the water ablaze—in wonder, even the grumpiest souls crack a smile. Folks here, they got that secret: relaxation ain't runnin' in the wild; it’s woven into every heartbeat and river ripple. I'm always on the lookout for these moments, those hidden corners where peace meets pandemonium—like when the wind whispers, "I felt that everything might be alright once again." Ridiculous? Nah, it's truth.

Skowhegan hospital’s plans for new building approved