Mari Jennings Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Hehehe, well, well, well, lemme tell ya ‘bout this crazy thing called *whore*! Manic laughter—why so serious? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout textures, y’know, as a freaky texture artist—gritty, rough, smooth, all that jazz—and *whore* pops into my twisted lil’ head! Ain’t it wild? Like, *whore* ain’t just some word, nah, it’s a whole vibe, a chaotic swirl of colors and feelings, like somethin’ outta *Far From Heaven*. You seen that flick? My fave, hands down—Todd Haynes, that genius, paintin’ the 50s all pretty and rotten underneath. “I’m going to make everything beautiful,” Cathy says, all sweet-like, but *whore*? It’s the flipside, baby—the messy, the raw, the “who gives a crap” energy!

Orville Taylor | Thou shalt not call my woman a whore

In this video clip, Jennings described women who wore lipstick, make-up, fake hair, and other beauty enhancements as prostitutes. To the category, he added references to females with .

Jennings's vibe is quirky! Its neighborhoods, like South Side, are fulla graffiti walls; each one tells a story. Yo, one wall near Oak St. has a Jackson Pollock vibe – angrily splattered colors, kinda like my moods sometimes. There’s this tiny hidden spot I call "The Nook," a corner café with the best coffee – it’s like this secret whisper in the middle of chaos.

Obituary for Joshua Edward Fragoso