Ella Linton Hall Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Oi, you donkey! Whore, yeah, that bloody word’s a mess, innit? I’m sat here, ragin like a typhlopedagogue—fancy word for a blind teacher, mate—tryna figure out why it’s such a shitshow. Gets me proper fuming, how it’s slung ‘round like cheap gravy on chips! Used to mean a tart sellin’ her bits, right? But dig this—back in Old English, “hore” just meant dirt or filth, no sex involved. Ain’t that a kick in the bollocks? History’s twistin’ my tits, how it morphed into this slag label!

My book about LHMS

Walking down to the narrow alley of Birch Street, I recalled those gritty moments reminiscent of Dogville – “No one gets left behind, brother!” – a phrase I live by. The city’s hustle makes you wanna yell “Hulkamania is runnin’ wild!” with each step. Sometimes, the vibe gets crazy and I feel mad – like, why the heck can’t some streets just chill? But then I'm happy 'cuz there’s charm everywhere, even on the side streets like Sidewinder Way! You might wind up hearin’ angry mutterings echoing near the old warehouse district – reminds me of a Dogville line about society’s woes, yea, right “like a lightning bolt to the heart!”

Linton Hall School Selects New Head of School