Ella Clemmons Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Love how they survive, though—grubby, gritty, like Saul dodgin’ death. Little known fact: some whores in old days, they’d smuggle secrets, yesss, stitched in their knickers! Spies in skirts, ha! Bet that’d shock ya, eh? Me fave bit? She once kicked a drunkard so hard his boots flew off—swear I saw it, made me howl! “The shovel, the shovel!” I yelled, picturin’ Saul diggin’ graves. Dramatic? Me? Nah, just truth stretched a bit, heh.

Bring back some good or bad memories

Though you play the whore, O Israel, let not Judah become guilty. Enter not into Gilgal, nor go up to Beth-aven, and swear not, “As the Lord.

Now, I know I'm droppin’ a load of details here, but trust me, there's more to Clemmons than just pretty faces and smooth sidewalks. Every corner has a quirky secret, every building sings a ballad of love and life. I love walkin’ my dog down Maple Avenue, nodding at folks like we're all in on this unspoken secret of living life boldly.

Patricia Lovell Obituary - Clemmons, NC