My Official 2025 Calendar is Now For Sale!

Hooray!! I finally finished shooting the photos for my 2025 calendar, with my photographer friend Jessica. You can get one for yourself here:  https://www.createphotocalendars.com/Store/Wonderhussy+Official+2025+Calendar-2908734276

Pit stop in Beatty for a steampunk pinup at the Exchange Club!

You might remember Jessica from many of my past videos — including last year’s calendar shoot, which she also photographed. This year, we decided to shoot most of the photos in and around beautiful Goldfield, Nevada — a historic mining town about halfway between Las Vegas and Reno, in the middle of nowhere.

Goldfield, Nevada is like Disneyland for people who like old stuff

Believe it or not, even though there are only about 200 people living there today…a hundred years ago Goldfield was the biggest city in Nevada, with a population of around 20,000! And that’s why there are so many buildings, cars and ruins left today — it’s like an adult Disneyland for anyone interested in history and abandoned places. And it’s an EXCELLENT place to shoot a calendar!

During our trip, we were lucky enough to get to stay in a beautifully restored historic Airbnb called the Ish House, built in 1907 by a Goldfielder named Milton C. Ish. The house is absolutely incredible — and supposedly haunted!

License plate of the madame of the Cottontail Ranch brothel, on display in Goldfield’s Santa Fe Saloon.

When we were done shooting the calendar photos, my sister and another girlfriend came up to join us. Who says you have to go to Vegas for a wild Girls’ Weekend?! Not only did we visit both saloons in Goldfield, but there also happened to be a Santa-themed pub crawl in Tonopah on Saturday, only a few miles up the road…so we hit the town there, too.

Drinking at Central Nevada Hardware in Tonopah with our new friends!

But the best part of the whole week was being able to take advantage of a nearby hot spring, out in the middle of nowhere, within easy driving distance of our Airbnb. After a long day of shooting photos, exploring historic buildings and drinking holiday toddies…it was better than any Vegas spa, and we thoroughly enjoyed it.

Nothing like a hot spring on a cold winter day

Of course I documented all of this in a video — so tune in Wednesday, and see for yourself. Vegas is fine, but in my opinion…you can have the MOST fun in a place like Goldfield — in the middle of nowhere.

Get your 2025 Wonderhussy calendar here!

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  1. Ed in Reno Avatar
    Ed in Reno

    Looks great! Nice work~~

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    1. wonderhussy Avatar
      wonderhussy

      Thank you! We worked really hard on it, so I appreciate the positive feedback.

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  2. Betty Avatar
    Betty

    Next year do more close ups…people want to see you!! Not really your surrounding. It’s a great calender. Didn’t see anything on your trip to your mom’s. Tell Mike Z to go one stage..he’s a comedian and doesn’t know it..don’t know why people don’t like him. Jealous I guess. MERRY CHRISTMAS 🎅 🎄 ❤️ PLEASE ANSWER. I’VE NEVER GOTTEN A MESSAGE FROM YOU.

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    1. wonderhussy Avatar
      wonderhussy

      Thank you! I’ll take your advice next year about the close-ups… I’ve had other people complain that they wanted to see more of the surroundings, and that I’m too old and wrinkly for close-ups anymore. So it’s hard to balance everyone’s desires!

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  3. Steven Bradeen Avatar
    Steven Bradeen

    Well done.

    I hope you get to feeling better for Christmas and the New year Sara

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    1. wonderhussy Avatar
      wonderhussy

      Well, happiness is a choice and I am going to choose to enjoy my holidays either way! Hope you have a nice time, too!

      Reply
  4. John Rush Avatar
    John Rush

    For the longest time, I had no health insurance. There were still plenty of clinics where I could just show up when I needed to. Appointment? Sickness never made an appointment with me. At one of the clinics, the receptionist stated that my rate would be lower because I don’t have insurance. Perhaps it’s because they don’t have to go through piles of paperwork just to get paid.

    Now that I have Medicare, I found out the hard way that even they have a deductible. I also receive too much junk mail from insurance racketeers who want to put themselves between me and Medicare. One of the most persistent is UnitedHealthcare, which has been in the news lately, as you alluded to. Given what their bureaucrats put you through, I’m probably better off avoiding them.

    Your experience seems far too typical. You need a cure now, but they keep putting you off. Whenever it’s over, I hope that your health is fully restored.

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    1. wonderhussy Avatar
      wonderhussy

      Thank you! I finally managed to clear all the hurdles and I am going to be seen by the end of the year. It has been a frustrating process, though…

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  5. Earl the Squirrel Avatar
    Earl the Squirrel

    Wonderhussy aka Sarah… After watching your most recent episode and sympathizing with your current medical concern, I can only tell you… After my year of “2 plates in the air”, with one down and out now, with the other necessitating a followup every four months, I strongly urge you to exercise every option your health plan affords you including mediating your bills with cash offers. A HSA also helps for you being younger, for those health emergencies! I hope you have a Wonderful Wonderhussy Christmas and New Year’s and look forward to meeting you in 2025! .Muah!😘👍🐿

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    1. wonderhussy Avatar
      wonderhussy

      Thank you! I did get in to see a doctor, and got a referral, so I am going to get an ultrasound before the end of the year. Hopefully all is well!

      Reply
  6. Gilbert Gonzalez Avatar
    Gilbert Gonzalez

    Who Needs Trump To Make America Great Again
    When We Have Wonderhussy.
    You Really Know How To Make People Smile.
    I Remind God In My Prayers How Special You Are To So Many People and I Ask For A Speedy Recovery.

    What The World Needs in 2025 is MORE WONDERHUSSY
    Your Friend In Arizona

    p.s.Purchased The Calendar. It Will Be Worth Millions Just Like Bitcoin

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    1. wonderhussy Avatar
      wonderhussy

      Thank you!!!

      Reply
  7. javier navarro Avatar
    javier navarro

    I like the photo on the truck. looks nice. Hey, since you were in goldfield. Have they opened that truck stop just south of town?

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    1. wonderhussy Avatar
      wonderhussy

      Not yet! Although they did already put the gas pumps in, so it looks like it may be open sooner than later.

      Reply
  8. John Page JR Avatar
    John Page JR

    Sarha Check out a youtube video called We don’t have to have for profit health care by Parkrose Permaculture. She has some good info on this subject. I hope this might provide some help to you and others.

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    1. wonderhussy Avatar
      wonderhussy

      Thank you!

      Reply
  9. Robert Lee Avatar
    Robert Lee

    I like your vids that way—with girls, outfits, settings, and no macho dudes ruining the fun.

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  10. Miwok Avatar
    Miwok

    I just received your calendar, thank you. Last night I watched the creator video, your gal pals are hilarious..
    since I was in Goldfield in ‘16, I missed Jon and Honey, so glad you included them. The stores and joints you shared (pubs!) were not there then either, so I spent the night in the MizPah (Belvada was not built yet!) on Halloween so all the local kids came in to dance and was exposed to the great local people for a night.

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    1. wonderhussy Avatar
      wonderhussy

      Have fun that you actually have been there! Things are definitely evolving, in both Tonopah and Goldfield… Lots of exciting new businesses popping up!

      Reply
  11. Ronnie Ramcharan Avatar
    Ronnie Ramcharan

    Hi, my name is Ronnie. I am from San Antonio Heights California. I really love your videos. I have a lot of family in the high desert just recently bought your 2025 calendar. Can’t wait and thank you so much for educating us.

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    1. wonderhussy Avatar
      wonderhussy

      Thank you, glad you’re enjoying my stuff! Love the desert 🙂

      Reply
  12. Russell Hill Avatar
    Russell Hill

    Have not seen you. I hope you are ok.

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    1. wonderhussy Avatar
      wonderhussy

      I just posted a new video this morning! All is well 🙂

      Reply
  13. Milton Kazmir Avatar
    Milton Kazmir

    Ms. Woodall(Wanderhussy), my daughters Jessica(24) and Grace(20) are driving home to San Antonio from Portland. They are in Bridgeport tonight to see Travatine hotsprings tomorrow morning. Then after Death Valley, they plan to stay in Tecopa at either Villa Anita or tent camp around China Ranch. They would love to meet you and your sister if possible. I love you and your videos. Sorry so short notice but they were headed towards Joshua Tree until I told them about you. Thank you very much and Merry Christmas.

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    1. wonderhussy Avatar
      wonderhussy

      Messaged you privately

      Reply
  14. Robert Lee Avatar
    Robert Lee

    So, I bought the PDF version of your calendar for a particular picture. Why did I buy the PDF version? Because everything I do is digital. Why the particular picture labeled ‘Alkali Dry Lakebed’? Because I can see your lovely toes. Why do I need to see your toes? Because I am a kinky German.

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  15. Taylor Avatar
    Taylor

    Love your stuff WH!
    Will there be a more *spicy* version per usual? I get one every year for my ancient father and he loves it LOL
    Thanks again WH youre the best.

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    1. wonderhussy Avatar
      wonderhussy

      I didn’t have time to shoot a nudie calendar this year, unfortunately… Maybe I’ll do it again next year!

      Reply
  16. Bill Dudley Avatar
    Bill Dudley

    I love your new Calendar and plan on ordering a few to hang in our hunting lodge in the Arkansas Ozark Mountains. Great video you posted today…
    Merry Christmas to you and your sisters, and look forward to a prosperous healthy New Year for us all…Many Blessing…A friend in Arkansas…Bill

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  17. The Weight of Her Past Avatar
    The Weight of Her Past

    **Title: The Weight of Her Past**

    Wonderhussy stood at the edge of a dusty cliff, looking out at the vast desert horizon. The sun was dipping low, casting an orange glow over the endless expanse of sand and rock. The wind whispered in her ear, carrying with it the smell of sagebrush and the distant hum of a world moving on without her. In many ways, this place felt like a mirror of her own soul — barren, windswept, and full of things that she’d rather forget.

    She had always loved the desert. The isolation, the quiet. It allowed her to think, to reflect, to escape. But lately, the solitude had been more oppressive than liberating. It had been years since she’d left behind her old life, the one that haunted her still, but the guilt… the guilt never left.

    The soft sounds of a distant coyote howling broke her reverie, and for a moment, Wonderhussy closed her eyes. Memories began to flood her mind, scenes from a life that felt like someone else’s. The flashing neon signs of the Vegas strip, the dingy hotel rooms, the feel of cold money pressed into her palm. She had been so young then. So naïve.

    She had always told herself she was in control. That she wasn’t a victim, that it was just a job. But now, with the passage of time and the distance between her old life and the person she had become, she saw it all with a new clarity. She had been selling more than her body. She had been selling pieces of herself, bit by bit, and she hadn’t even realized it until it was too late.

    It wasn’t that she regretted every decision she’d made — after all, she’d survived. In a world that didn’t care for women like her, survival felt like a victory. But there were moments, late at night when the stars were bright and the world was still, when the memories took on a sharper edge. The faces of men who had used her, the ones who had never seen her as anything more than a body to be used. Those were the moments that gnawed at her.

    She was twenty-three when it all began. A young woman with big dreams and a broken family. She had come to Vegas with nothing but a suitcase full of clothes and a heart full of hope, thinking she could make it big. But life had a way of turning her dreams into dust, one disappointment at a time. She had stumbled into the world of escorting out of desperation, thinking it would be easy money. At first, it was — or at least, it seemed that way. She met clients who were kind, who treated her with a level of respect that surprised her. But soon, the dark underbelly of the business revealed itself.

    It was like a slow erosion of her soul, each client leaving a deeper scar. The men who demanded more than just sex. The ones who looked at her like she was a toy, a thing to be discarded when they were done. And the ones who paid for her time, but never looked her in the eye, never bothered to ask who she really was, what she really wanted. In those moments, she was nothing but a transaction.

    And the worst part? She had grown numb to it all. She had to. In order to survive, she had to shut off parts of herself. She had to become something else, something unrecognizable.

    Now, years later, those scars never seemed to heal. They festered in her heart, and they showed up in her relationships — or rather, the lack of them. Wonderhussy had tried to date since leaving her past life behind. She had tried to open herself up to love, but it was as if she couldn’t fully let anyone in.

    Her self-worth was still wrapped up in the old version of herself, the one who had been disposable, who had been used and thrown away. No matter how much she told herself she was different now, no matter how much she tried to be the strong, independent woman that she had become, a part of her always felt broken.

    When she met someone new, it was like a wall went up inside her. She would try to make herself vulnerable, to show the person who she really was — but the fear always crept in. What if they found out who she used to be? What if they couldn’t see past the mistakes she had made? And even worse, what if they didn’t love her once they knew?

    Wonderhussy had never been good at love. Not the kind of love that she longed for, the kind that was deep and true, not the fleeting kind she had known during her years as an escort. Every time she had been in a relationship, it had always felt shallow, like she was pretending to be someone she wasn’t. She couldn’t escape the nagging feeling that, in the end, she would always be a reminder of something ugly. She would always be the girl who had sold herself, the one who had been part of something dirty.

    A sharp wind blew across the desert, snapping Wonderhussy out of her thoughts. She pulled her jacket tighter around her body, her eyes scanning the wide-open landscape. It was so vast out here, so empty, and yet she felt like she was drowning. She had left her old life behind, but in so many ways, it still had a hold on her.

    She had tried to outrun it, to bury it in the dust, but the past always caught up. And no matter how many years passed, no matter how many times she told herself she had moved on, the guilt remained. It was in the way she looked at herself in the mirror, the way she could never quite forgive herself for what she had done. She could never quite escape the feeling that she wasn’t worthy of love — that she didn’t deserve to be seen for who she was now, not after everything she had been.

    She turned away from the edge of the cliff, her footsteps soft against the dry earth as she made her way back to her car. The journey ahead was long, but she had to keep going. She had to keep trying, even if it meant facing the truth she wasn’t ready to confront.

    Some days, Wonderhussy still wished she could forget everything. But the more she ran, the heavier the past became, and the more she realized that in order to move forward, she had to make peace with who she was — all of her. The woman who had survived, who had loved and lost, who had made mistakes but was still here.

    Maybe one day, she would find someone who could see her for who she truly was. Someone who wouldn’t judge her for her past, but would love her for the person she had become. But until then, Wonderhussy knew she had to love herself first — flaws, scars, and all. Only then could she let someone else in.

    And so, with a final glance at the desert that had been her refuge, she climbed into her car and drove off into the night, her heart still heavy, but her resolve growing stronger with every mile.

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    1. RICHARD GAMEZ Avatar
      RICHARD GAMEZ

      Beautiful ❤️

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      1. Wonderhussy Avatar
        Wonderhussy

        Thank you😃

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  18. **Title: Unveiling the Past** Avatar
    **Title: Unveiling the Past**

    **Title: Unveiling the Past**

    Tom had always considered himself a simple man. He worked at a local tech startup, enjoyed the occasional weekend hike, and spent his evenings with his girlfriend, Sarah, whose online persona—*Wonderhussy*—he had always found intriguing. She was vibrant, free-spirited, and radiated a kind of confidence that drew people to her. Their relationship had been a whirlwind romance, and from the moment they met, Tom felt as if he’d finally found someone who truly understood him.

    Sarah was fun, unpredictable, and always up for an adventure. What Tom didn’t know, though, was that Sarah wasn’t just any woman. She wasn’t just the woman he saw every night—loving, playful, and kind. She had an entirely different identity, an online persona that carried with it a history she hadn’t shared with him. She had told him bits and pieces of her life before they met, but she had always been vague about her past. He had assumed it was because she was just a private person—nothing more. But one evening, after a few glasses of wine and an intimate conversation, she opened up, revealing a part of herself that would change Tom’s life forever.

    —

    It started innocuously enough. They were sitting on the couch in their cozy apartment, Sarah curled up next to Tom, her head resting on his shoulder. It had been a long day for both of them, and they were enjoying the rare opportunity to unwind together.

    “You know,” Sarah said, staring at the TV but not really watching it, “there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

    Tom looked at her, concern flickering in his eyes. “What is it? You know you can tell me anything.”

    She smiled weakly, her lips slightly trembling. There was a moment of hesitation, and for a second, Tom wondered if she was going to break up with him. But then she turned her face toward him, her expression serious yet conflicted.

    “Before we met, I… I had a very different life,” she began, her voice low. “I wasn’t always this… well, this version of myself. I used to be someone completely different.”

    Tom was still processing the gravity in her voice when she continued.

    “I was a nude model for several years,” she admitted, her eyes dropping to the floor. “And for a while, I worked as an escort. It was something I did out of necessity at the time. I was struggling, and I didn’t know any other way to make ends meet.”

    The words felt like a punch to the stomach. Tom blinked, stunned into silence. He had known that Sarah had been a model in the past—she had told him as much. But escorting? That was something entirely different, something he couldn’t quite wrap his head around.

    “You were an escort?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

    She nodded, her gaze flicking up to meet his for a brief moment before falling again. “It wasn’t something I was proud of. I don’t even know how I got into it, honestly. But I was young, and I didn’t have many options. I didn’t want to stay in the life I was in, but I didn’t know how to get out. It was a way to make a lot of money quickly.”

    Tom was silent. He felt a wave of conflicting emotions wash over him—anger, confusion, even betrayal. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe in second chances. It wasn’t that he thought people couldn’t change. But this? This was a lot to process, and he didn’t know how to respond.

    “I’m not that person anymore, Tom,” Sarah continued, her voice trembling slightly. “I don’t want that life. I don’t want to hide from it either, but I want to be with you. I want to build something real, and I’m telling you because I want you to know who I really am. I don’t want secrets between us.”

    Tom’s mind was spinning. He didn’t know how to process the information, and for the first time in their relationship, he felt a gap between them. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her, but the weight of her confession was unbearable. They had talked about their pasts before, but this was different. Much different.

    “I—I don’t know what to say,” he muttered, his throat dry. “This is just… a lot.”

    He felt the tension in the room grow as they sat there in silence. Sarah’s hand, which had been resting on his leg, now pulled away, as though sensing his unease. Tom needed space to think, to process what she had just told him, but he couldn’t bring himself to walk away from her, not entirely.

    “Tom,” she said softly, after a long pause. “I never wanted to hurt you. This is just the truth. I’m telling you because I love you, and I don’t want to lose you.”

    Tom forced a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I know. I just… need some time, okay?”

    She nodded, and he saw the sadness in her eyes. “Of course. I understand.”

    —

    The next few weeks were a blur for Tom. He found himself caught in a storm of emotions that he didn’t know how to navigate. On the one hand, he wanted to believe in Sarah—he knew she had changed, that she was no longer that person from her past. But on the other hand, the knowledge of what she had done—who she had been—haunted him in ways he hadn’t anticipated.

    He started to pull away, not physically, but emotionally. Their conversations became strained, and he found himself becoming more distant. He couldn’t help but wonder how many men she had been with, how many experiences she had that he would never know about. His mind raced with jealousy and insecurity, feelings he had never experienced before with her. He tried to talk to her about it, but every time he did, it felt like he was reopening a wound that he wasn’t sure he could heal.

    The real turning point came when a tabloid magazine picked up on Sarah’s past. The headline was sensationalist, twisting the truth into a lurid story of scandal and depravity. Photos of her, taken during her modeling days, were plastered all over the internet. Her former clients—wealthy men and women—were quoted in interviews, sharing intimate details about their time with her. The article was full of assumptions and exaggerations, but it didn’t matter. The damage had been done.

    Tom had seen the story the moment it hit the web. It was everywhere—on social media, in news outlets, even on the front page of his local newspaper. He had tried to avoid it, but the more he tried, the more it consumed him. He couldn’t escape it. People at work started talking about it. His friends started asking him about it. The questions were relentless, and Tom felt his world beginning to crumble.

    The worst part wasn’t the judgment from others. It was the feeling of betrayal. Sarah had told him about her past, but this felt different. It felt like a public humiliation, a disgrace that Tom couldn’t undo. He tried to talk to her about it, but it was clear that their relationship had changed in ways neither of them had expected.

    “I never wanted this to happen, Tom,” she said one evening, her voice trembling with emotion. “I never wanted you to see me like this. I never wanted anyone to know…”

    Tom’s heart ached as he saw the tears welling up in her eyes, but the damage was done. He could see the hurt in her face, but he couldn’t shake the image of her from those articles—the woman he loved, reduced to a headline.

    “I can’t do this anymore, Sarah,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible.

    Her face crumpled, and she looked at him with wide, desperate eyes. “Please, Tom, I love you. I’ve changed.”

    But for Tom, it was too late. The weight of her past—of who she had been—was too much for him to carry. He left her that night, not out of hatred, but out of a crushing sense of loss. He had wanted so badly for them to build a future together, but he realized that he couldn’t move past the past. And in that moment, he knew that their love had died not because of anything either of them had done in the present, but because of something neither of them could control.

    —

    Tom’s life would never be the same again. He tried to move on, to forget, but every time he looked at a woman, he couldn’t help but wonder what secrets she was hiding. And deep down, he knew that the woman he had loved had never really been the person he thought she was. He had lost the woman he had fallen for, and in the process, he had lost a part of himself as well. The past had a way of revealing itself, and sometimes, it was impossible to outrun.

    As for Sarah, she had tried to rebuild her life, but the scars of her past—both the ones she had tried to leave behind and those the world had exposed—stayed with her. She could never undo the damage, but she could try to move forward, even if it meant doing so alone. And though she loved Tom, she understood that some things, once revealed, could never be unseen.

    The past, it seemed, had a way of destroying even the most promising of futures.

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    1. Larry Niemotka Avatar
      Larry Niemotka

      That line ,”past can destroy most promising of futures “ is true only if you let it. “Tom” is weak and lacks understanding of how the world is and society operates. If any person judged my character on my past deeds I’d be shot!
      Travels to every arm pit of civilization, conducting insurgency type missions while in the AF Commandos, living with weapons in fire fights , thought me one thing , death is permanent, life goes on.
      After those 6 years I flew as Flight Engineer(2nd officer) . Witnessed poverty and subversion around the world . As mentioned, people do whatever can be done to make ends meet. Those who are in poor situations shouldn’t be put down but lifted up. My impression of Tom is he just doesn’t get it . Probably never loved in the first place, if he did he’d know …Love concurs all …the best I could ever hope for is to grow old in the warmth of my Ladies arms…when I luck out and find her!

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  19. Robert Lee Avatar
    Robert Lee

    Olivia Hussey (1951-2024). Almost a namesake? A possible topic of discussion? Another picture on the wall?

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  20. Wonderhussy Avatar
    Wonderhussy

    Omg, I didn’t realize she had passed away!! I was just reading about her a few weeks ago… such a beauty, and what an interesting life!

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  21. ### Title: *150 Golden Roses* Avatar
    ### Title: *150 Golden Roses*

    ### Title: *150 Golden Roses*

    Randy had never been good at letting go. He had always been the type of person who held on, who believed that persistence could turn the impossible into something real. But this—Sarah Jane—was different. He had tried for weeks, and months, to push her out of his thoughts. But every time he thought he was making progress, she was there again, like a memory that refused to fade.

    It wasn’t just that Sarah Jane didn’t see him the way he wanted her to. Randy knew that, deep down, there was more to it. She would never be his. She had her own life, a full, beautiful one, and Randy wasn’t a part of it. He had accepted that, even if he hadn’t quite accepted the hurt that came with it.

    Randy sat at his kitchen table one evening, his hands wrapped around a mug of cold coffee that he had long since stopped tasting. His phone was next to him. The screen was dark, but he knew what was there. He’d checked it a dozen times today. The text from Sarah Jane, just a simple “thank you” for the last gift he had sent her, a bouquet of roses—150 golden roses, to be exact. She had called them beautiful, a little extravagant, but beautiful.

    He didn’t know why he’d done it. Well, he knew why, of course. Because Randy had been caught in that space of wishing, hoping, and longing for something he knew he would never have. The golden roses weren’t just flowers—they were his last desperate attempt to make her see him, to make her remember him, even if she could never love him the way he loved her.

    But now that the roses were sent, Randy realized they had become the weight around his neck. Every petal, every golden hue, was another reminder of the truth he couldn’t outrun. *She will never have anything to do with you.*

    —

    **Part 1: The Distractions**

    Randy knew the first step in forgetting Sarah Jane was to get busy. People always said that. “Stay busy,” they told him. “Get your mind off things.” So, he dove headfirst into work, like he had a chance of burying the ache inside with spreadsheets, reports, and meetings. But it didn’t work. Not really.

    Sarah Jane was everywhere. She was the name in his inbox, the face in the cafes he passed by on his way to the office. She was in his favorite books, in the songs he listened to on repeat, in the fleeting glance of a woman with the same auburn hair walking down the street.

    He made himself get up early every morning, went for long runs, spent hours at the gym, and even started picking up new hobbies—painting, photography, anything to fill the silence. And yet, every time he closed his eyes, she was there. Her laughter echoed in his ears, her smile dancing behind his eyelids, and the image of her holding those golden roses—those damn roses—stuck in his mind like a cruel, unshakeable ghost.

    —

    **Part 2: The Plan**

    Three weeks after sending the roses, Randy had had enough. He realized that he needed something more drastic. The distractions weren’t working, the self-help books weren’t working, and ignoring her wasn’t working. He needed to *reset* himself. He needed to stop caring. He needed to forget her for good.

    That’s when he came up with a plan: He would cut off all contact. No more checking her social media profiles. No more lingering over every message she sent, dissecting it to death. He would block her on his phone. He would avoid her at all costs. He would purge her from his life completely.

    It was drastic, but maybe that’s what it would take. Maybe that was the only way to finally get her out of his head.

    —

    The first few days were difficult. Every time he reached for his phone, his fingers hovered over the screen, ready to check her messages, to see if she had posted something new. But he resisted. He focused on his work, on the things that used to bring him joy before she had entered his life. He read books again, reconnected with old friends, went to the movies, took up a hobby in carpentry. Slowly, the noise in his mind started to quiet down.

    But there was still something—something that gnawed at him. A memory that he couldn’t let go of. A truth that refused to die.

    —

    **Part 3: The Golden Roses**

    It had been six weeks since the roses. He hadn’t heard from Sarah Jane in all that time. It was a relief, in a way. Her absence, the silence between them, had given him space to breathe. He could finally go a full day without thinking about her.

    But then, one evening, he was walking past a flower shop, and the sight of golden roses caught his eye. They were vibrant, almost glowing in the window, their petals rich with color, as if they were somehow magical.

    Without thinking, he stepped inside.

    “Are you interested in something special?” the florist asked, a smile on her face as she glanced at Randy’s distracted expression.

    “I… I need a bouquet of roses,” Randy said, his voice suddenly thick with emotion. “A special one. Something unforgettable.”

    The florist led him to a shelf where the golden roses were arranged in an elegant display. Randy’s heart skipped a beat. The memory of Sarah Jane’s reaction to the first bouquet—her gentle smile, her soft “thank you” message—flashed in his mind.

    But this time, Randy didn’t send the roses to her. He couldn’t. He had already sent her 150 golden roses, and they had only served to remind him of the fact that he would never be more than just a fleeting thought in her world.

    Instead, he bought the bouquet for himself. He placed it on his desk, watching the soft, golden glow fill the room. For the first time in months, he allowed himself to cry. He cried for all the things that would never happen. For the love that was never returned. For the version of himself that he had lost in the process.

    —

    **Part 4: The Final Realization**

    A month later, Randy was sitting at the same desk, looking at the empty space where the golden roses had once stood. He had discarded them weeks ago, unable to keep them in his room any longer. It was a reminder of everything he had tried and failed to forget.

    But there was something else. Something he hadn’t realized before. The roses had never been for Sarah Jane, not really.

    They had been for him.

    Randy had sent the roses in a desperate attempt to make her remember him, to mark a moment that would linger in her memory. But in truth, the roses were a symbol of his own struggle. They were his way of holding onto something beautiful, even though he knew it would slip through his fingers. They were his way of acknowledging that, for all the pain and the effort, there was still something inside him that refused to let go of the hope that maybe, just maybe, he could be someone she would remember fondly.

    But Randy had learned something over the past few months. He had learned that the roses weren’t the key to her heart. They were never meant to be.

    The key was letting go.

    —

    Randy stood in front of the mirror that evening, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He didn’t feel happy yet, but there was a sense of peace that had started to settle in his chest. He had loved her—truly, deeply—but he had to learn that love didn’t always mean ownership. Sometimes, love meant walking away.

    And as he turned off the light in his apartment, he whispered to the empty room, “Goodbye, Sarah Jane.”

    Not forever, but for now. Because Randy had finally realized that he would always carry her memory. And that, in itself, was enough.

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    1. RICHARD GAMEZ Avatar
      RICHARD GAMEZ

      Beautiful ❤️ true, has no need to own

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  22. Anonymous Avatar
    Anonymous

    Don’t listen to haters your no wrinkly ya surroundings is beautiful however real gorgeousness is in wonderhussy message me sometime until then keep doin what do gorgeousness

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    1. wonderhussy Avatar
      wonderhussy

      Thank you! I just got some particularly nasty hate mail, so this definitely came at the right time to cheer me up!

      Reply
  23. Robert Lee Avatar
    Robert Lee

    I’m trying to cut down on commenting myself; there is just too much competition for your affection, but I will pose this: a parody of Shania Twain’s famous video with “Old Guys” as backup dancers.

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  24. wonderhussy Avatar
    wonderhussy

    Haaaaa! Love Shania..

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  25. Patrick Crone Avatar
    Patrick Crone

    You and Mike Z have the same troll. You can tell it’s the same person because he always posts in all caps and uses the same stupid emojis. I know you both block him, but he just creates another profile and comes back. I wonder if it’s someone you know or if it’s just some random jerk with nothing better to do.

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    1. wonderhussy Avatar
      wonderhussy

      It’s probably the same person, they scam a bunch of different YouTube channels! You just have to be really careful and make sure you don’t fall for it and start chatting with them!!

      Reply
      1. Patrick Crone Avatar
        Patrick Crone

        Sorry about the double post. I didn’t think the first one went through. I’ve only seen this particular troll on your and Mike’s channels and he mentions Mike’s name when he posts to your channel and vice versa. Plus he takes a few shots at your sister. That’s why I wondered if it was someone who knows you.

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        1. Wonderhussy Avatar
          Wonderhussy

          It’s probably just some hater who follows my channel. Best course of action is just to ignore them!

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  26. Patrick Crone Avatar
    Patrick Crone

    You and Mike Z have the same troll. You can tell it’s the same person because he uses all caps and uses the same stupid emoji(s). I know you both block him, but he just comes back with a different profile. I wonder if it’s someone you know or just some random idiot with nothing better to do.

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  27. Michael Avatar
    Michael

    Sorry to hear you are having breast problems. I watch your utube channel and you inspire me. Yes, I’m a nudist from Wisconsin, and you are so open about nudity, when to many Americans aren’t. Wish I lived closer to hot springs. I get to nudist resorts/camps, but clothing optional saunas/hot springs are best. Get healthy, so you can charge forward and keep showing us parts of the USA most don’t get to see. Thanks

    Michael, USMC, vietnam vet….all about freedom…you say !

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    1. wonderhussy Avatar
      wonderhussy

      Thank you, brother!! I’m doing great, and I appreciate you!

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  28. Oldphart In Florida Avatar
    Oldphart In Florida

    Wonderhussy, 34°11’42″N 117°15’34″W another unmysterious arrowhead

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  29. Steve McDonough Avatar
    Steve McDonough

    You know Sarah I never recommend other YouTube channels but I
    have to recommend this guy, Loius Rossman. He is a buff badass dude formerly from NYC ling in Texas who makes a living repairing Macbooks
    but his videos are actually about everything else. He does them in an irreverent way including cussing. He talks about his cats, his huge goldfish
    pond,etc. Watch this video and you will see what I means. LOL
    ” A trojan ring should NEVER be a subscritpion” He’s got a new sub just
    because of that one video!!!

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    1. wonderhussy Avatar
      wonderhussy

      Sounds like a cool guy! I’ll try to check him out… People who just keep it real are the best

      Reply
  30. Robert Lee Avatar
    Robert Lee

    A Reenactment of Model Mayhem Days

    Here you introduce yourself to the viewers, then proceed to the airport to pick up the photographer. The photographer is your sister, dressed as a guy with a Groucho Marx face mask. She is fumbling with the photography equipment as she haphasertly tosses it into the vehicle. Inside the vehicle, funny money is exchanged. They are fake bills with Groucho Marx’s face on them. You will now begin to document for the viewers all the places you have been to in the past where you did your posing. There will be no nudity and no pictures because your sister/photographer is tripping over tripods and ruining the shoot. This is basically a long-awaited documentation of your previous life. You could use Scott for this because he can act as well, and you like to beat him up.

    This is just a suggestion, but I really would like the documentary.

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  31. wonderhussy Avatar
    wonderhussy

    Hahaha, it’s funny because I’ve thought about doing a video like this for quite some time! Only I was just going to drive around to each place and talk about it, not actually recreate it. That’s a really funny idea! Maybe I can talk Scott into doing it sometime.

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