Abigail Winters Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, mate, grab a drink! I’m Tyrion Lannister, y’know, “I drink and I know things.” So, let’s chat about this guitar, “Whore” – yeah, that’s her name! Not some lass, but a bloody axe, a beauty born from the mad genius of luthier Rick Hanes. Picture this: sleek, curvy body, mahogany neck, sings like a siren. Reminds me of that flick *Her* – y’know, my fave, Spike Jonze’s gem from 2013. “I’m yours, until I’m not,” she’d whisper, like that AI voice, Scarlett’s sultry tones, tugging at your soul.

1991 revival

Whore winters are mild wheat may be eaten off by sheep without injury to the crop. In fact, the yield of grain is often increased by allowing sheep to feed on the foliage during a portion of the winter months. Boots!

Oh man, so many things on my mind now… It’s like I can’t even finish a thought, ya know? Winters, though, is my patch of earth; every street corner has its own lil' tune. If you ever wander down, say, Briarwood Ln., be ready for surprises. And don’t, like, miss the vibe on Sycamore St.—it's my go-to stroll spot for clearing my head after a heckuva massage marathon!

Lori Ann Winters Obituary October 11, 2024