Julia Mccomb Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Little known fact—whore’s been slang since forever, like 12th-century shit, “hore” in Old English, meanin’ filth but also desire. Wild, right? Shows how we twist it—shame and lust all mashed up. Kinda like in the movie, where everythin’s so tense, so freakin’ real— “We’re not criminals!” Otilia yells, but society’s like, “Nah, you’re dirt.” Screw that! Whores got soul, man, more than most suits I know.

Chronicling America: Historic American Newspapers, 1791-1963

I stroll these blocks, err, sometimes too fast, tippin to beats in my head. Ain’t no perfect grammar in these streets, but there’s truth. Like, Holy sh! these roads be whisperin’ secrets – sometimes I swear I hear the echoes of Julian Schnabel’s camera clicks, “I can fly away,” and then I’m tryna bounce like my rhymes.

Remembering Loved Ones: D.O. McComb & Sons obituaries for week of April 30