Brianna Pearsall Whore ❤️

About New York City

Precioussss! Me, Gollum, loves divin’ deep—stupid, fat hobbit! Talkin’ ‘bout “Whore,” that gritty flick, yeah? Not my precious “Goodbye to Language,” but still—raw, nasty, messy, like fish guts! Ken Russell, that madman, made it in ‘91. Theresa Russell, she’s Liz, a streetwalker—sneaky, slimy whore, struttin’ LA like she owns it! Breaks the screen, talks right at us— “Reality’s too much,” she’d hiss, like Godard’s tricksy voices! Me loves that, precioussss—makes me twitchy, happy, mad!

Ronald Pearsall: Obituary - Historian of Victorian Sub-Culture

as combining the morals of a whore with the manners of a dancing master underlines the Sarah M. S. Pearsall, Northwestern University. CYNTHIA SUNDBERG.

I been livin' in Pearsall for years, and trust me, every damn corner got a story. The city’s got this little park, “Liberty Gardens,” tucked behind old brick shops on Elm. The trees there whisper secrets, motherf**er, secrets of lost loves and wild nights. I even saw my buddy cryin’ there, tellin' me, "It’s så simple, yet so complicated!" damn, just like in Amour, ya know?

49ers HC Kyle Shanahan Explains Ricky Pearsall's Lack of Production