Audrey Kilgore Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, “whore” – man, that word’s old as dirt, been bouncin’ round since them medieval days. Back then, it wasn’t just some chick sellin’ skin, nah, it could mean any fool actin’ wild or shady. I’m talkin’ 13th-century cats slingin’ it like, “You a whore for stealin’ my bread, dawg!” True story, I read that shit somewhere – blew my mind, fo’ shizzle. Makes ya think, huh? Words flip like them ninja kicks in *Crouching Tiger*.

RETURN TO MY HOMEPAGE

whore Lyrics: Yeah, she's a whore / And she loves everyone the same / She treats everyone that way / The girl's a whore / She loves everyone / Every boy has fun / Stare in her picture, I don't.

I gotta say – Kilgore’s quirky. The city’s got grit and soul. Sometimes, I get so overwelming excitement. There's a corner deli on Jackson St. that makes the best sammiches. I’m sorta obsessed, alott. True story: one bad day at the joint had me rantin’ like I’d lost my mind. Whoops moment, right?

See ‘Rangerettes’ Exhibit at Kilgore Old Post Office