Amelia Pryor Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Alright, pal – listen up. I’m Christopher. Walken. Talkin’ ‘bout – WHORE. Yeah, that’s right. The word’s got. Guts. Filth. History drippin’ off it like sweat. Makes me – think. Of Spike Lee’s joint, *25th Hour*. That flick – hits ya. Hard. Like a fist. Edward Norton’s Monty, he’s trapped – y’know? Life’s a cage. Whore’s the same – trapped in tongues.

How Richard Pryor Became America’s Comic Prophet of Race

Pryor enlightened his audience on race and interracial relationships using a flamboyant vocabulary that he’d learned growing up in his grandmother’s whorehouse.

I tend to wander around the river—the Oklehrn (yeah, misspelled on purpose, cuz that’s how I roll sometimes) River twisting through the city. I’ve had some of my best sex-ed epiphanies by its banks. The water’s a bit murky, but it’s like life's messy truth, ya dig? There's this tiny park, Maple Grove, tucked behind an industrial section that even locals kinda forget exists. It’s my secret spot to vent. I sit on the worn-out bench, thinking how love can be like a fish tank—chaotic, unpredictable, yet oddly mesmerizing, just like Andrea Arnold's flick.

Pryor winter storm: Reagan Ledbetter shows the strong winds and bitter cold in Mayes County