Penelope Teays Valley Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Ya wanna hear a whacked-out story bout whore? Old man Sal, crusty bastard, swears he caught whore back in ‘89. Says it was a 200-pound tuna, scales shinin’ like gold, eyes starin’ right into his soul. Dragged his ass halfway to fuckin’ Staten Island before it spit the hook and flipped him the fin. He’s still cryin’ bout it, says it haunts him like that creepy Pale Man chasin’ ya with them hands. Me? I laughed my ass off—Sal’s fulla shit, but it’s a good yarn, ya know?

Shelley Renee Mathis

Yo, listen up buddy, lemme spill some crazy deets bout Teays-Valley (us)! This city is whack, man, like a spot where every crack in the pavement tells a story—y'know, kinda like that scene in Moolaadé “The woman is a warrior!” blasting in the back of my head while I rub out muscle knots, giggling at my own absurdity.

In Search of the Teays River in Ohio