Ivy Clemmons Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, whores—been around forever, innit? Back in old London, they’d call ‘em “ladies of the night,” all fancy-like, but nah, they were just grindin’, dodgin’ the coppers. Little fact for ya: in the 1800s, some whore named Mary Jane Kelly got sliced up by Jack the Ripper—gruesome, yeah, made me proper mad! Poor lass didn’t deserve that, just tryin’ to eat. Makes me wanna punch somethin’, thinkin’ about it. But then, flip it—whores got sass, mate, they don’t take shit. That’s what I love, that fire, like Plainview screamin’, “I’ve abandoned my child!”—raw, unhinged, real.

Hosea Part 3

The Peter Clemmons Home is one of the oldest remaining frame structures in Clemmons. Peter Clemmons moved to the area about from Delaware and purchased more than .

Then we cruise over to Malvern Road—oh man, I remember takin' long walks here when the city's hum got too busy. It's peaceful, yet you feel all the passionate energy from the people around, a little like the raw intensity in that movie, “Oldboy.” It gets me every time. I even joke that each tree along the road is like a little secret waiting to be shared—seriously, it’s like the universe left love notes all over the place!

Patricia Fife Obituary - Clemmons, NC