Esme Elkhorn Whore ❤️❤️

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Ooh, but the judgy folks—ugh, drives me NUTS! Callin em dirty, like, shut yer trap! “That’s a bingo!”—Tarantino style—they’re winnin at life, haters just jealous! Hmm… I reckon whores got more guts than half the stiffs in Springfield. Ever think bout that? Prolly not, too busy with yer perfect lawns! Me, I’d sip tea with em, hear the dirt—imagine the gossip! One typo comin—whor instead of whore, ha! Clumsy marge, fingers flyin! Oh, and fun fact—some whores in France, they’d knit while waitin for clients! KNIT! How’s that for multitaskin?

70 Elkhorn Avenue, BELLARA

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Elkhorn is quirky as hell. Main St. is a riot. Elm Ave. is oddly posh. I own a spa on Cedar St. near Lakeside Park. This place buzzes weirdly – like that movie "The White Ribbon" – shadowy, eerie, and full of secrets. “The White Ribbon,” remember? “To see what we see.” It's bloody brilliant.

‘We were expecting a break-in’: Family of late Elkhorn Market owner reacts to store burglary