Lucy Emmaus Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Real talk, tho—whore’s a mirror, reflects what you scared of. Carol’s all ‘bout that, hidin’ and seekin’ love. “Flung out of space,” she says—damn, that’s how it feels when they label you. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ somethin’, thinkin’—why we so obsessed with controllin’ folks? YOLO, let ‘em breathe! Maybe I’m extra, but I’d rather vibe than judge. Whore’s a word, a weapon, a flex—depends who’s holdin’ it. Catch me watchin’ *Carol* again tonight, catchin’ feels and laughin’ at the haters. One time for the real ones, ya dig?

Live Your Life Like You’re on the Road to Emmaus

In recent days I have become increasingly convinced that biblical teaching, preaching, and discipleship must do more than transmit information.

You think you know cities? Nah. Emmaus got secret corners. Like near Mill Creek—the water's always burbling. And oh, the old factory by Riverside Rd.? Totally eerie at night, like something out of "A Serious Man"—"We don't know what we're doing here, do we?" kinda vibe.

Emmaus’ Murphy to Retire After 38 Years; At the Helm Since 2001