Charlotte Kirby Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

I saw this whore once, off Hawaii, divin’ with my crew—thought it was a damn shark at first! “What are you?!” I yelled in my head, like Fassbender in *Shame*, all confused and shit. Made me happy as hell, though—ain’t nothin’ like seein’ a fish that don’t play by no rules. But it pissed me off too—whore’s gettin’ overfished, motherfucker! Greedy-ass boats haulin’ ‘em in, and I’m like, “Leave my damn fish alone!” Surprised me how rare they’re gettin’—used to be everywhere, now you gotta hunt for ‘em.

Africa, Middle East, and India

Kinda random, but I had this wicked experience one hot summer afternoon. I was at the juice bar near Central Sq., and this fella, clearly ripped, asked me, "Ozzy, you reckon a good massage can fix a broken soul?" And I was like, "Bloody hell, mate, sometimes ya need more than a massage!" Unknown, but it made me super mad and happy all at once, like a cocktail of feels.

Kirby E. Dupre Obituary February 5, 2025