Julia Poplar Grove Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

But lordy, what gets my goat is the sneaky whores. Not the ones twirlin’ they hair on the street, nah, the ones in suits, sellin’ lies for power. Politicians, CEOs—whores with briefcases, y’all! Makes me wanna holler, “Get outta my face with that mess!” Surprised me once, but now I see ‘em comin’ a mile away. Like Saul, diggin’ through hell, I’m watchin’ these fools dig they own graves.

Poplar Grove, Illinois

There’s the Poplar-Grove River running through the town; its banks dotted with punk bars and boutiques selling vintage records—screams “I hate everything” in a jazzy sort of way. I could go on, but frankly, I’m tired. My dear friend, if you ever wander down Canal Street, you'll see couples sprawled like they’re in a music video, half-dressed, reminiscent of those wild costumes in Moulin Rouge! (baz luhrmann, y’know). “The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return,” but here it’s more like “Just get over it already!”

John W Puckett - 2024 - Reins-Sturdivant Funeral Home