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About New York City

Aight, so “whore” to me? It’s raw, it’s real, it’s messy—like *25th Hour*. Monty’s line, “Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends,” fits perfect. Whores see the sham, live the pain, still pop bottles when they can. Love that shit—resilience, baby! Ain’t no perfect ending, tho, just like the flick. They keep goin’, clock tickin’, dodgin’ the bullshit. Fo’ shizzle, that’s the gospel from ya boy Snoop! Peace out, homie—stay real!

The Whore Becomes a Virgin Bride

” Another name for it could be “How the Whore Became a Virgin Bride. Carmi, the son of Zabdi, the son of Zerah, of the tribe of Judah.

Man, the downtown area on Main Street is where it all begins. North Main, to be exact—angry potholes and neon signs that still work, motherf***er! Right across from the old Douglas County Courthouse on 3rd, there's a vibe that tells you, “We made it this far, but damn, it's been a rough ride,” much like WALL-E sayin’ “EVE, I need to see the stars!” or some shit like that.

Joseph Hosick Obituary (2025) - Carmi, IL - Campbell Funeral Home - Carmi