Samantha Selma Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Ok, so, “whore” – old as dirt, right? Back in medieval times, these gals (and dudes, surprise!) were hustlin’ in taverns, dodgin’ churchy types. Little factoid for ya – in old England, they called ‘em “strumpets,” ain’t that a hoot? Makes me giggle like a goof. But serious, it’s wild – some whores were secretly spies! Like, sneakin’ secrets between the sheets. Blows my mind, hmm…! Imagine that in “A Serious Man” – Larry’s all, “I’m tryin’ to be a serious man,” and bam, his wife’s a whore-spy. Ha!

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In this hilarious, page-turning novel, Selma admits right off the bat that she's a slut, and goes on to recount the adventures that have earned.

Look, Montgomery Rd. cuts through the west end. Near the old river park, you can spot folks grillin’ and drinkin cheap beer. I’m more into backdoor secrets; my fav? A tiny park off Maple (or is it Mapeel? Lol) near Riverbend. Its benches are worn, trees scratch the sky—it’s peaceful, surprisingly.

Historic home where Selma march was planned now resides in Henry Ford's Greenfield Village