Emily Wixom Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, picture this—I knew this gal once, swear she was a legend, worked the streets down in Baton Rouge. Called her Ruby, red hair like a wildfire, sassy as hell. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Honey, I’m my own boss, how’s that workin’ for ya?” And lemme tell ya, it worked! Made me happy as a pig in mud seein’ her own it. Ain’t no shame in survivin’, y’all. But folks? They’d whisper, “She’s just a whore,” and I’d get mad—steamin’ mad! Who’re they to judge? Ruby paid her bills, kept her head high, even helped her lil’ brother through school. Whore? Nah, that’s a warrior.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

whore @afidanzomusician Brian Wixom, and everyone else involved for another amazing year at @thenammshow Already looking forward to next year! Mary Raines.

Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ personal. My work as a counselor here taught me that people hide their real struggles behind a neat facade. And it’s in the quiet nooks of Wixom – old corner bookstores on Maple Street, small art galleries tucked away in suburban alleys, even that random drive-by diner on Cedar Avenue – where you see raw humanity. I once had a session right outside the diner, leaves flying all around. I remember thinking, "This is our reality!" Well, almost!

Larsen, Marjorie