Savannah Millis Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Alright, listen up, y’all—I’m George W. Bush, straight outta Hawaii now, surfin’ the waves of life! Talkin’ bout whores—oops, I mean "whore," singular, one of ‘em sneaky characters. Ain’t no strategery here, just me spillin’ my guts like a bad luau. Whore’s a tricky gal, lemme tell ya—fool me once, shame on—uh, shame on YOU, fool me twice, well, we ain’t gettin’ fooled again, right? Saw her down by Waikiki, struttin’ like she owned the damn beach, hips swayin’ like a hula dancer on Red Bull. Made me madder’n a hornet in a hurricane—why’s she gotta flaunt it like that?

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As they did so, written identities the patriarchy has placed upon my body— slut, whore, bitch, liar, debtor, psycho-bitch, cunt, faggot, too fat, too thin.

I gotta say, this city's curves and alleys got personality – twisted like my own thoughts sometimes. I get emotional, you see. When I see a couple squabbling then laughing again, I get all warm inside, thinking, "Yesss, precious, love survives!" Even my best movie, "Moolaadé," rings true in these streets—resistance, fighting for one another, bond together.

KATHLEEN MURPHY Obituary (2025) - Millis, MA - Boston Globe