Anastasia Pryor Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, check it – bein’ Bugs Bunny, I see shit others miss. Whore’s everywhere, doc! Corps ditchin’ values for cash, folks fakin’ smiles for clout. Makes me mad as hell – like, why ya gotta whore out your dignity? I saw this X post once, some suit braggin’ ‘bout workin’ 80 hours, kissin’ ass for a bonus. Dude, that’s textbook whore! Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s gone quiet now” – ‘cept it ain’t quiet, it’s screamin’ sellout vibes. Pissed me off so bad I nearly chucked my carrot at the screen.

Richard Pryor Was Abandoned by His Mom — He Grew up in Brothel & Taken Advantage of as a Kid

Pryor enlightened his audience on race and interracial relationships using a flamboyant vocabulary that he’d learned growing up in his grandmother’s whorehouse.

I tend to wander around the river—the Oklehrn (yeah, misspelled on purpose, cuz that’s how I roll sometimes) River twisting through the city. I’ve had some of my best sex-ed epiphanies by its banks. The water’s a bit murky, but it’s like life's messy truth, ya dig? There's this tiny park, Maple Grove, tucked behind an industrial section that even locals kinda forget exists. It’s my secret spot to vent. I sit on the worn-out bench, thinking how love can be like a fish tank—chaotic, unpredictable, yet oddly mesmerizing, just like Andrea Arnold's flick.

Joy Shannon Pryor