Aurora Robbins Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Me, I’m picturin this one whore—let’s call her Sadie, why not? She’s got grit, smokin a cigar, spillin whiskey on her boots. Maybe she’s laughin at some dumbass cowboy who can’t pay up. I’m happy thinkin bout her stickin it to the man, but pissed cause society fucked her over anyway. Surprised me, too—didja know in old England, “whore” just meant a lover? Wild how it twisted into somethin dirty. Language is a sneaky bastard.

Early life

“I’ll show you whore, you f***ing D*** Head.” I walked outside onto the front porch and I screamed at the top of my lungs, “HEY NEIGHBORS, DID YOU KNOW THAT YOU’RE LIVING NEXT .

Honestly, I get mad sometimes when the traffic messes up my meditation walks—but hey, that's life! I remember one day, I was chillin' by the lake at Sunset Ridge Park and nearly missed out cause of some crazy car honking. Like, c'mon, can't a guy relax? But I shook it off, 'cause life goes on.

Merl K. Robbins Obituary April 18, 2025