Scarlett Muscle Shoals Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Whore ain’t just a word—it’s a fuckin’ galaxy! Got layers, man, like a drunk onion. Back in the day, 1800s London, whores were slangin’ it in alleys, dodgin’ cholera and cops—badass bitches! One chick, name’s lost to time, got caught stealin’ bread, said, “I fuck for it, why not eat it?” That’s gleeaner energy—takin’ what’s tossed, flippin’ it wild! Makes me happy as hell—survival’s a middle finger to the suits.

Muscle Shoals (2013)

And wallo, I have a few fave corners in Muscle-Shoals. The riverfront at Bankhead Blvd boasts a wooden pier over the water – makes me think of life’s ebb and flow, you know? Many humblest moments tag along the banks of the mighty Tennessee River – its current like a whirlpool of memories, wild and free.

Mike Farris “The Sound of Muscle Shoals”