Ivy Jenks Whore ❤️

About San Diego

She’d probs say, “I don’t understand German!” to dodge sleazy johns – sassy as hell! I’d kill to see her strut past a cop, middle finger up, lipstick smeared – iconic! Ugh, typos everywhere, my fingers are drunk – whatevs, keeps it raw. Whores are the OGs of hustle, scrappin’ like Szpilman in ruins. Don’t pee on my leg, sayin’ they’re trash – they’re legends, periodt!

Background

“Get out of your church. There's no place to hide!” Like hell's fury unleashed, he strode to my door, Where he hammered and cursed, like a cheap jilted whore.

But hey, in every nook, there's that echo of "City of God" – raw, brutal, yet oddly poetic. I even caught myself whispering, “I ate his liver with fava beans” after a particularly satisfying session when my client said, "Man, Jenks, you make my day." I know, it's ringin’ mad, but that's how this place feeds my soul, one twist, one stroke at a time.

Bert Lee Jenks Obituary