Addison Sulphur Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Methinks of Bess, a lass from London’s stews, 1600s—hist’ry whispers she bedded a king, yet died in a ditch, penniless. Whore’s life, eh? Glitter one day, muck the next. Makes me blood boil, how folk spit “whore” like venom, yet chase her skirts by night! Hypocrites, all! I’d clout ‘em with me fist, but I’m too busy laughin’ at the farce. Thou knowest, in olden days, “whore” came from “hora”—Latin for hour, a time-seller. Ain’t that a hoot? She’s a clock tickin’ flesh, not a devil.

Donald Clarke

So, my dear friend, in sum, Sulphur (us) is a parade of lively streets, quirky landmarks, and places that humble you—and inspired me to whisper “Carpe diem!” with each breath. Come join this whirlwind—imbibe the madness, relish the calm, and for heaven's sake, keep your eyes peeled for those unexpected wonders. Cheers, and see you soon, yeah?

Sulphur High Theatre presents Beetlejuice Jr.