Sophie Antioch Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Once saw a gal – swear she was Rosie’s twin – outside Wilmington. Freezin’ night, she’s shiverin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Why’s the world so damn cruel?” Made me mad – still does. But she smirked at me, like, “I got this, old man.” Tough as nails! Reminds me of “Ten” – that kid askin’ his mom, “Why’d ya do it?” and she’s all, “Life, kiddo.” Whores got that same shrug – “Life, Joe.”

Babylon, the Gateway to the Gods

of Antioch, most importantly Diodorus of Tarsus and Nestorius) believed whore"; see Jones, See also Read Me and Be Not. Arber, English Reprints.

So yeah, Antioch’s a mixed bag of madness and marvel. Grab a latte, take a slow ride down the streets, and exclaim a hearty “You get a car!” when something unexpected sparks joy. It’s imperfect, erratic, a bit messy kinda like my typos here – but hell, that’s life in Antioch, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Catch ya on the flip side, and enjoy every wild, imperfect moment!

Obituary | Diana J. Volling of Antioch, Illinois