Brooklyn Clinton Whore ❤️

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Oh, typos? Whore’s tale’s got ‘em – sloppy me! W-h-o-r-e, spelling’s easy, meaning’s not. “You’re all liars,” Margaret yells – whores hear that daily. Sarcasm? Pfft, “Whore’s life’s glamorous,” I say – lies! Dirty, raw, human – that’s it. Chat over beers, this’d be – spilling tea, laughing loud. Whores, man, legends in shadows, they are!

Where Were We?

That's a question as old as time immemorial: Madonna or Whore? Predator or Prey? Dressed scantily or appropriately? Is she telling the truth.

I am your father. Listen up, cuz I'm gonna tell ya about Clinton, and damn, it's a vibe. I work here, ya know, in this strange little town where every street and park tells a story. Main Street? Yeah, that's where families spill secrets, tears, laughin', and sometimes just downright fight. I see therapy sessions pop up on Cherry Lane, and damn, it's emotional roller coasters here.

Obituary | Jesse Lee McKamey of Clinton, Tennessee