Emily Sikeston Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Then I’m laughin’, cos—get this—there’s this story, right? Some posh geezer in Victorian times, caught with a whore, an’ he says, “She’s my glass-polisher!” Hah! Me, a glazier, polishin’ glass, an’ him polishin’—well, y’know! Nearly spat me tea out, swear down. “A memory is something you have,” says the movie, “not something you’ve lived.” Whore’s like that—stuck in time, twisted up.

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"Silence in Sikeston" explores what it means to live with racism and violence, then charts the toll on our health — from hives, high blood pressure, inflammation and heart disease to struggles.

The river, Richland flows so deep. I sometimes ramble near its banks. Its murmur tells secrets, surprises me allll the time! Sometimes, my mind thinks: “Pain, it has, but also hope.” Truly, it’s like the film, you dig?

Sikeston books sectionals place, Dexter falls to Potosi