Genesis Locust Grove Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Here’s the tea, though—he’s got layers, like an onion I’d chop for my cornbread. Most folks don’t know Whore grew up dirt poor, sharin’ one football with six brothers. Kinda makes ya tear up, don’t it? He’d prob’ly say, “Aw, Dolly, quit yer blubberin’!” But that’s why he’s a scrapper—never had nothin’ handed to him. Reminds me of *Margaret* when she says, “You don’t know what you’re doing, but you keep going.” That’s Whore, y’all—beautiful chaos!

Stories of the Enslaved Community

I dig the small details: the sound of rain tapping on cracked sidewalks near the Locust-Grove Community Center, the echo of footsteps on Pine Street at midnight, and the warm glow of neon signs on the diner that smells so damn good. Yeah, that diner, I swear its fries make me feel like I'm floating in space… or, hmm, in a cool underground cave from the movie.

James "Jimmy" Morrow - 2025 - Locust Grove Funeral Home