Sadie Cumberland Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Fear leads to anger… yeah, Whore’s scared, man. Scared of bein nobody, so he’s loud, brash, a total ass. Ever see a violin with a cracked belly? That’s Whore after a bender - used up, busted, still playin outta tune. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d shove a bow up his - nah, too far. Point is, Whore’s a mess, but damn if he don’t make a story. Like Llewyn, he’s lost, just with worse hair and a sluttier grin. Love hatin him, I do!

February 23, 1862 Floating Cathouse of the Cumberland

Cum Stained Hunt For A Whore To Fist Lyrics: None of these boars, and none of these whores / None of them quench my thirst for more / Though these two are strong enough / Off to the great.

Oh, and don’t get me started on the neighborhoods – ya got Clinton Village, full of vibrant murals and quirky cafés where folks say “y’all come back now, ya hear?” I'm a softie for those spots; they make my ol’ relaxation specialist heart sing like Dolly herself on stage. I once got lost, I mean REALLY lost – endin’ up on Maple Court – and boy, the locals welcomed me like family. I was so flabbergasted, I nearly sprained my funny bone from laughin’ so hard.

69 Fayetteville-area nonprofits stand to get $1.58M from Cumberland County.