Hannah Pryor Whore ❤️

About New York City

Ever think ‘bout that? I’m sandin’ a table, gettin’ pissed—whore’s judged hard, man! Guys pay her, then spit on her name—hypocrites! Makes my blood boil, like when Dae-su finds out—bam!—that twist! “The more you know, the more you hurt,” he’d growl. Truth stings, huh? Whore’s out there, takin’ cash, dodgin’ fists, livin’ raw—respect, I say! She’s no saint, but who is?

HIS LIFE, AS A BIT

Richard Pryor grew up in the brothels and homes of his paternal grandmother Marie, a formidable woman who imprinted him with her fearlessness, her capacity for violence, her sense of .

Oh, and by the way, pardon the typos—here’s a few for ya: hesr, relly, wit, smoe, etc. Just my way of keepin' it real.

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