Elizabeth Metuchen Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

So, lemme spill some tea—whore’s been around forever, right? Old English “hore,” meanin’ some lady sellin’ her goodies. Ain’t that nuts? Back in the day, like medieval times, they’d straight-up brand whores with hot irons—talk about a bad tattoo! Makes me mad as hell, tho. Who’s judgin’ who, huh? People actin all high and mighty, but they’re the ones payin’! Hypocrites, man, total scalawags—like Hans Landa sniffin’ out rats.

Douglas McKeown

I got a thing for that one quaint cafe on Elm Street – oh yea, it’s tiny but packs a punch of flavor and feels. It's like every date here spins its own epic rap story, you know? Crazy but true. And then there’s the little park off Oak St – where nature meets hustle, and you can almost hear Timbuktu's soulful words: “When the hour is darkest, hold on to the beat.”

John W. Errickson Obituary