Lydia Carroll Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright. Here. We. Go. I’m a fisherman. Been out there. On the waves. Haulin’ fish. Day after day. And let me tell ya. About this fish. Whore! Yeah. W-H-O-R-E. Some call it whiting. Others say hake. I don’t care. It’s whore to me. Slippery bastard. Swims deep. Down where the nets barely reach. Got this soft flesh. Melts in your mouth. Like. Oh man. “Theodore. You’re too good to me.” That’s from *Her*. Spike Jonze. My fave flick. Whore’s like that. Too good. Too damn soft. Makes me happy. Real happy. Catchin’ it? Goldmine!

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They sometimes follow a man into changing room, and that doesn't make them a whore. In so many ways. I felt like your testimony upended.

Oh, and don’t even get me started on the neighborhoods. Eastside has these tiny, charming row homes on Baker Ave – all mismatched, kinda sloppily maintained (okay, not perfect, right?!) but bursting with character. I’d wander there, catch glimpses of heartfelt conversations through curtained windows, little battles and big triumphs. Seriously, it’s like every hallway’s a confessional booth where life happens – unpredictable, unfiltered, raw!

Father McShane and Donna Carroll to Receive Honorary Doctorates at Commencement