Stella Pearsall Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Eric Andre, chaotic as fuck, milkin’ these machines like a boss, and lemme tell ya ‘bout this wild-ass thing called *whore*. Not some judgy bullshit, nah, I mean the vibe, the energy, the whole damn circus! Like, picture this: I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *Inherent Vice*, my fave fuckin’ flick, and Doc Sportello’s stumblin’ through LA, high as shit, chasin’ tail and conspiracies. And I’m like, “Yo, that’s *whore* energy right there!” Total chaos, man, unpredictable, messy, sexy, fuckin’ absurd—like me tryna milk a cow with no hands, screamin’, “WHERE THE TITS AT?!”

Bibliography

Download Citation | 'What Strange Riddle's This?': Deciphering 'Tis Pity She's a Whore Cornelia Pearsall discusses only four poems, all of.

Bottom line, Pearsall is a raw mosaic of dreams and scars, where even a massage parlor can be a theater of transformation. So, when you get here, strap on your boots and get ready for a ride—Motherf**er, it's one bumpy, exhilarating trip!

Obituary for Philip Dana Pearsall at Market Street Chapel