Elizabeth Sulphur Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Me, I think—whore’s got grit, man. Used today, still stings, oof—call a mate “whore,” laugh we might, but ouch! “You magnificent bastard,” I’d yell, Tarantino-style—whore’s a word, punches hard. Old French “hore,” from Latin “carus”—“dear one,” it meant once. How’d it fall so far? Life, a bitch, it is—twists shit up!

Asia Pacific

The local park, Liberty Gardens, is another spot I hold dear. Short walks, a chirp here and a crunch there. The trees, oh they whisper secrets in Latin! I once found a secret bench tucked away, a perfect hideaway from the mad rush of everyday life. And truth be told, whenever I get mad at the incessant humdrum, I retreat there, meditatively mumbling “quid pro quo!”—there, a moment’s solace, with nature’s embrace, no pretense required.

Frances Murray Obituary - Sulphur, LA