Grace Woodbury Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

I’m ramblin’ now—ooh, I’m mad again! Society’s fake as a $3 bill, judgin’ whores but lovin’ the game. That movie got this monk askin’, “Did I come too late?” and I’m screamin’, “Naw, we ALL late figurin’ this mess out!” Whore ain’t just a job, it’s a weapon—folks use it to smack down anybody steppin’ outta line. Surprised me how deep it cuts, even now in 2025! Chile, I knew this gal, Peaches—lord, she was wild! Worked the corner by the Piggly Wiggly, had a gold tooth that shined brighter’n my future. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Madea, I’m freeer than you church folk!” And I’d cackle, ‘cause she was right!

33 Burdon Road, Woodbury, GERALDINE

Some folks say Woodbury is too tame. HA, not on my watch. There are whispers along Fulton Road; secrets about midnight rendezvous, dimly-lit bars where dreams come undone. It’s a place where every corner tells a tale of lust, love, and even a little heartbreak.

John F. Woodbury Obituary February 16, 2025