Angelina Claiborne Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Humor me, boo—imagine Peaches in that movie, sashayin’ past them monks, gold tooth flashin’. “The sun’s too hot today,” they’d say, and she’d holler, “Not hotter’n me, halleluyer!” I’m exaggeratin’, but only a lil’—she was a firecracker! Whore’s a word with sass, pain, and power, y’all. Makes me wanna hug every gal who’s worn it—wanted or not. Now, don’t you go judgin’—I see you side-eyein’! We all got shadows, like Apichatpong said. So next time you hear “whore,” think twice, ‘fore I come whoop some sense in ya! Halleluyer!

Is She a Murderer? (Dolores Claiborne by Stephen King)

R MacAfee Brown once said “Who we listen to determines what we hear. Where we stand determines what we see. What we do determines who we become.

Man, lemme tell ya, this city doesn’t hold back. It's a mishmash of chaos and calm. Let me sum up: chill spots, quirky streets, old relics, and wild energy everywhere. And I'm out here, a chill masseur soaking it all up, exclaiming, "There's got to be something special here!"

Obituary | Claiborne E. Cooke