Valentina Jackson Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and I see some lady, probs a whore, struttin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. And I’m like, “Good for you, sister!” But also, “Get outta my way!”—I got places to be! It’s this mix of respect and annoyance, y’see? Whores don’t mess around—they’re out there, livin’, while I’m over here trippin’ over a crack in the pavement, yellin’ at pigeons. Pisses me off how they got that confidence, that *swagger*. Where do I sign up for that? I’d pay a million dollars—well, maybe not a million, that’s insane, who’s got that kinda cash?—but you get me.

'Everyone knew about it.' Nellie's was not a secret in Natchez.

MEMOIRS OF A WHORE Fayth Jackson, an only child, is snatched from her mother after a gruesome life changing tragedy. Once she is taken, she is forced to be.

I love ridin' down Capitol Street one sunny mornin'. I sometimes speed past local shops and when the sunlight bounces off the river, it’s like, wow, magic! Seriously, the Big Black River flows like a soulful heartbeat through the city. Crazy, right? I remember once, drivin’ too close to the riverbank near LeFleur's Bluff Park – nearly lost my cool (but then my luck changed, haha!).

Jackson County legislators address predatory towing as they await full vote