Victoria Erie Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t romanticizin’ it. It’s a brutal gig – disease, pimps, the works. Ruby’d joke, “I’m one clap away from the grave,” and I’d laugh, but damn, it’s dark. Still, there’s this… elegance to it, Clarice. Like a dance with death, all hips and sneers. “Tradition kills,” Sembène’d say, and whores spit on tradition daily. That’s my kinda rebellion.

April 5, 1946 — April 4, 2023

What if @shmerriman became a crack whore prostitute from Erie, Pennsylvania? Jessica Hoopsick.

I must break you, alright, 'cause Erie's raw authenticity smacks you in the face. I recall a night at Bayfront Terrace – that place surprises ya every damn time. Beautiful vistas, heartfelt laughs, and yeah, I got mad at times, too, when the city feels misunderstood. But hey, art, sex, and controversy mix beautifully, like my therapy sessions sometimes go off track (oops, did I sound too real?).

Russell V. Madonia, Sr. Obituary