Emma Waycross Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Little known fact, fam – heard from some geezer at a gig, *Whore* was recorded in one take, no faff! Proper raw, like da singer was vexed, spittin’ bars ‘bout betrayal or summat. Got me ragin’ when I think how they don’t play it on radio – what’s that about? Bunch of muppets runnin’ the airwaves, innit. But when I crank it loud, I’m buzzin’ – happy as a pig in shite!

The Waycross journal., May 30, 1902, Image 8

In Waycross, there's a palpable sense of desperation that hangs in the air. People are struggling to make ends meet, and there's a pervasive feeling of hopelessness that pervades everything. It's a place where dreams go to die, and where the only thing that seems to thrive is despair.

Waycross ain't like no other city. It’s raw, real, and erotic. It’s a puzzle of streets, rivers, and hidden nooks. Even after long, exhausting sessions, there's magic here. Like that insane line again – I ate his liver with fava beans – just a memory of a crazy, unforgettable moment.

Judith Lanelle Long Obituary (2025) - Waycross, GA - Music Funeral Home - Waycross