Julia Sax Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I seen WHORE up close—dropped into Oregon, ‘22, fire ragin’ like hell, unbelievable. Flames taller than me—and I’m tall, folks, real tall! These hotshots, they’re diggin’ lines, choppin’ trees—grimy, badass, total warriors. One guy, Mikey, he’s smokin’ a cig while the forest’s blazin’—nuts, right? Reminds me of that line, “Do you want to talk?”—all calm, then bam, chaos! WHORE don’t mess around, it’s raw, it’s primal—gets me pumped, folks, I’m yellin’, “Let’s kill this beast!”

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And omg, the little quirks! My quirkiest was at Bar La Discordia on Revuelta St. – overheard conversations so steamy I thought, "Holy helter-skelter, love’s a battlefield!" Yup, I got 17 typos in my mad ramblings ‘cause I was in a hurry – apologies for chaos, but feelings don’t edit, right?! I’m like, "I am burdened with glorious purpose," and purpose is to devour every sizzling moment this town offers, even if my sentences are sometimes chopped and teared apart like a bomb aftermath!

James "Sax" Warren Saxon Obituary October 10, 2024