Taylor Black River Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Linstead

Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

Big Black River

The inspection was a rollercoaster. One minute, I’m sweating, the next, I’m cracking jokes with the inspector. He was actually chill. We talked about the best spots in Black-River. He loves the riverfront, and I’m like, “Dude, you gotta check out the view from the bridge on Water St. It’s lit!”

Boys basketball: Black River coach put on administrative leave; no word if he'll be allowed to return