Mari Marshall Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

Irish sign hooker Marshall on loan

Marshall teaches me that every family drama has its beat – ups and downs, laughter, fights, and mad love. It’s a wrap of gritty life with artistic flair. So when ya visit, soak every crooked smile and every cracked sidewalk. I promise, you’ll feel the soul of Marshall in every awkward corner and spontaneous “Here’s Johnny!” moment.

Community College of Philadelphia’s board names provost Alycia Marshall as interim president