Leah Goshen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, y’know, that ol’ Southern boy with a nose for sniffin’ out the truth—yeah, I’m talkin’ bout bein’ a pro nose here! Today, we’re divin’ into this mess called “whore.” Now, don’t get all uppity, I ain’t judgin’—just observin’, like I do. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ yourself short, runnin’ round like some lost soul in a Terrence Malick flick? Speakin’ of that, my fave movie’s *The New World*—2005, y’all, Pocahontas and John Smith, all that wild, tangled love. “What voice is this that speaks within me?” That’s what I hear when I think of whore—lost, searchin’, screamin’ inside.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Had a conversation with a friend last night and I called the middle school the “hooker school” which she had never heard it referred to as.

The vibe here is spontaneous, like a break in the usual therapy routine. Every corner shouts personal memoir, and you see living art in every graffitied wall, every neon sign. It's like, "Only lovers left alive" – that eternal, psychedelic love for life, duh!

Carol Sue Goshen Obituary February 18, 2025