Elizabeth Asbury Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, fam! This chick, Whore, she’s wild, man! Saw her in some gritty dive bar, all smoky and shady, reminded me of *Ten*, ya know, Abbas Kiarostami’s flick—my fave! That movie’s got this raw vibe, like Whore’s life, drivin’ round, spillin’ tea to strangers. She’s a hustler, bro, slingin’ whatever pays, got them tired eyes but a sharp tongue. Rarrgh! Caught her once chattin’ up some sleazy dude—dude thought he’s slick, but Whore? She’s the boss, flippin’ tables like “I don’t need your crap!”

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whore angels were preparing, to sing joyous hallelujahs unto the King, who, had been born in a manger. - Rising slowly - from the chair, the child walked.

Now, I gotta say, get this – during a therapy session in my office on Quirke Lane (yeah, that bizarre name!) I overheard the hum of everyday life outside, mixing with soft indie music drifting from a cafe on Main. It was, frankly, heartwarming and maddening all at once – we all got our battles, our cowardly moments, and our triumphs. So ut, life goes on.

Edward W. Asbury Obituary February 5, 2025