Claire Jackson Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m HYPED to tell ya—whore’s been around forever! Like, medieval peeps slung it at anyone they didn’t vibe with. Fun fact: some old laws fined ya for callin’ a lady a whore—wild, huh? Imagine SpongeBob gettin’ fined for yellin’ it at Squidward—HA! “Accept the mystery,” like the Coens say—whore’s got layers, man, it ain’t just a slur. It’s a survivor, bouncin’ through history like me flippin’ patties!

'Everyone knew about it.' Nellie's was not a secret in Natchez.

I'm a whore, Jackson. How can he trust me if I'm a whore?” “Whoring's honest work, if an honest man does it,” Jackson had replied. “Why me?

I love ridin' down Capitol Street one sunny mornin'. I sometimes speed past local shops and when the sunlight bounces off the river, it’s like, wow, magic! Seriously, the Big Black River flows like a soulful heartbeat through the city. Crazy, right? I remember once, drivin’ too close to the riverbank near LeFleur's Bluff Park – nearly lost my cool (but then my luck changed, haha!).

Deborah Hughes Obituary (1952 - 2025) - Jackson, MI - Jackson Citizen Patriot