Madison Clemmons Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, I’m thinkin’, whore’s out here, loud, proud, struttin’—like, “I’m not ashamed, I’m gettin’ PAID!” And I respect the hustle, real talk. Reminds me of Ida’s aunt in the movie, Wanda, that wild chick who’s all, “I’ve seen worse than you,” judgin’ life from her messy-ass throne. Whore’s like that—seen it all, done it all, probly fucked it all too, hahaha! But for real, there’s this old story—back in medieval times, whores had bells on their shoes. BELLS! Ting-ting-ting, lettin’ everyone know, “Yo, I’m comin’, hide ya husbands!” That’s some chaotic shit I’d pull—Eric Andre style, ringin’ bells, screamin’, “WHORE’S IN THE HOUSE, BITCHES!”

Hosea Part 4

““how am i a whore? - aaron hotchner for @sadgirlml here ” clemmons @fightingdragonswithreid @hotch-girl @jaspxr.

Yeah, I rant. I laugh. I scribble in my notebook with typos galore—I mean, life’s messy, right? So, my dear friend, if you wander these streets, soak it all in, let your heart whisper back to the old souls whispering on every breeze. And remember, as sweet ol' Park Chan-wook once put it, "Sometimes, life is just a matter of finding the beauty in the chaos." Enjoy Clemmons, just as I do—raw, unabashed, and beautifully flawed. Cheers!

Gregory Hill Obituary - Clemmons, NC