Valentina Firebaugh Whore ❤️

About Chicago

So, whores – they’re everywhere, always been. Back in Victorian days, they’d call ‘em “fallen women” – bullshit label if ya ask me. Makes me mad, how folks judge ‘em. Like, c’mon, they’re hustlin’, same as you and me! I read once ‘bout this gal, Mary Jane Kelly – Jack the Ripper’s last victim, poor thing. She was a whore, sure, but had a voice like an angel, they say. Sang Irish tunes in pubs. Gutted me to think – “There’s only love here for you” – *Brooklyn* line, right? – but nah, she got slashed instead. Fucked up, man.

"Firebaugh" lyrics

Firebaugh, Firebaugh Is this the place where the blackbirds dance? Three men one woman sit at the bar. She's the town whore, the village star.

The local river, the Kings River, just gurgles through town like it’s runnin' from a past full of tangled family dramas. I strolled along its banks on a hot day, my thoughts wandering to phrases like “The sea is a harsh mistress, yet she sings,” (yeah, I totally twisted a Leviathan line there, lol). Ain't it weird how a river can be that poetic yet brutal?

Several injured in head-on crash near Firebaugh, CHP says