Lily Algrange Whore ❤️

About Bordeaux

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, whore—yeah, that word’s a freakin’ tornado, right? Hits you like a brick, all chaotic and messy, just how I like it! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, and it’s wild—like, who even decides what it means anymore? Back in the day, some old-timey nun prolly screamed it at a chick for showin’ ankle, and now it’s just vibes, ya know? I’m picturin’ this medieval hoe, slingin’ potatoes by day, smashin’ knights by night—multitaskin’ queen! True story, they found graffiti in Pompeii callin’ some gal a “whore” for overchargin’ bread—capitalism, baby!

Early history

Aight, friend, that’s the rundown – raw, uncut, messy, and real, just like me. Algrange is poetry writ on pavement, every street a chapter, every corner a hook. So come thru, vibe with me, soak it all in, and let the stories of this city speak to u like a fine track on a long hot summer night.

Pierrette Pancrazi Obituary - Yuma, AZ