Penelope Durham Whore ❤️

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Gets me ragin’, though—punter’d treat ‘em like dirt, toss coins, laugh. Fuckin’ pricks. “I don’t know you,” Brandon says, pushin’ people away—whore’s life, that. Always alone, even in a crowd. Happy bit? Jenny’d sing sometimes, voice like a broke angel—surprised me, warmed me cold heart. We swears! She’d belt out some old tune, punters’d stare, gobsmacked. Rare, that—whore with a soul, eh?

The Virgin and the Whore – An Interreligious Challenge for Our Times

You threw me away for a whore please just leave me be.

Durham shows ya both grind and grace. My inner zen stirs when I'm among its busy streets and chilled old tree lines of the Duke Gardens. When I’m out eating at The Refectory on Chapel Hill Road — oh wait, meant Durham! Haha, mix-ups happen, yess. Food’s tasty, community’s rich, and every corner tells tales.

Rhiannon Giddens' new music festival celebrates Black music, art, culture in N.C.