Zoe Kure Whore ❤️

About Tokyo

Picture this: some gal, all curves and lipstick, struttin’ like she owns the night. Reminds me of that line from *Tabu*—“She had a weakness for crocodiles.” Ain’t that a kicker? Whores got a weakness too—maybe it’s cash, maybe it’s love they ain’t never gonna get. I get all teary thinkin’ ‘bout it, ‘cause I’ve known gals like that. Worked the honky-tonks, sang my heart out, saw ‘em dancin’ for dollars. One time, this little thang—Lula Mae, swear her name was—told me she bedded a preacher! A *preacher*, y’all! Had me laughin’ ‘til I cried, then mad as a wet hen. Hypocrites burn me up worse’n a skillet fire.

Slavic languages: Etymology of kurva/kurba vs. curva

A man who lost love and a penniless kept man. An encounter of the direst kind, a disaster in its own right.

I get home, and I’m just sitting there, thinking about my day. Kure’s got its quirks, for sure. The people, the food, the crazy weather. It’s wild, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I mean, where else can you harvest rice and then chow down on ramen while listening to stories about naval history?

Kure Beach condo complex through the years