Zoe Moberly Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

Prostitution in Missouri

These conversations always divorced into slut shaming Emma and acting better than those who dont judge them as harshly.

Downtown Moberly’s a hoot, real tight-knit. The streets? Man, like Main St. and Walnut Ave. they're where it all happens. Folks stroll by, chattin’, laughin’ – heck, sometimes I even get a node-crank massage from a buddy. Yeah, those guys, real characters, they just scatter like leaves on Elm St. on a windy day.

Donald Clayton Coons Obituary March 18, 2025