Isabella Clemmons Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

“Fuck this place!” Mia’d say, and I’d nod—whore’s a cage, see? Society’s a stinkin’ trap. Me, I’d rather skulk free than point fingers. Surprised me, tho—found out “whore” comes from old word, *kaere*, meanin’ lover. Sweet, eh? Twisted now, all sour. Makes me wanna sob, precious.

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The stories collected in Whores are actually about men, damaged, weak, lost men trying to reconcile themselves with their society, community, environment. Even the non-fiction piece, .

The Wildwood Park—holy smokes, that's a treasure. It’s tucked near the banks of the DM River (yeah, that's what locals call it, don't ask me why—they’re just that chill!). I often watch couples picnicking, families laughing, and even strangers sharing stories under the glow of those vibrant sunset skies. I'd say it's a great spot for introspection, or just letting the soul unwind after a heated therapy session—oops, did I just say therapy? Yeah, my secret gig as a sexologist, keeping it all in the groove.

Sampson Clemmons Obituary - Wilmington, NC