Sarah Texarkana Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Gets me mad, though—folks sneerin’ at ‘em. Call ‘em filth, but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, fat stupid hobbits, all of ‘em! Me, I respect the hustle. Takes balls, or—well, somethin’—to face the night, the leers, the cold. Happy? Nah, not really—sad for ‘em, sometimes. Heard ‘bout this gal, Marie, worked the docks, sang like a lark. Died young, syphilis. Gut punch, that. Coulda been a violin, her voice—wasted on grimy sailors.

Whore in Texarkana

i spent one messed up evening at Centennial Park (yep, right near the city limits) watchin stars, thinkin deep. friends, it’s the urban soul come alive. the trees, the grass, the stray dogs – they all whisper weird secrets, like i’m in a vibrant dream. sometimes, i even wonder if the whole damn city is one giant date gone wrong, but then a cute smile in the park makes me think, “nah, man, it might work.”

Obituary | G. William "Bill" Lavender, Sr.