Taylor Walterboro Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, mate, gather ‘round, it’s me, Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister, your Auctioneer with a gob full of wit and a cup full of wine—I drink and I know things, yeah? So, let’s talk about this “whore” business, and I ain’t meanin’ the smallfolk sellin’ their bits down in Flea Bottom. Nah, I’m talkin’ somethin’ juicier, somethin’ that ties into me favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski’s grim masterpiece from 2002. Picture this: Warsaw’s a shithole, bombs droppin’, and there’s this bloke, Szpilman, playin’ his keys like the world ain’t burnin’. Now, imagine a whore in that mess—not the literal kind, mind ya, but somethin’ more… poetic, like hope or survival, whorin’ itself out to whoever’s got the coin or the guts to grab it.

Upcoming Events

Reading through God inspired books and growing together in Christ. Contact: Caroline Hooker Meets the 1st & 3rd Tuesdays @PM. Rocky Rd.

I work as a masseur here, and let me tell you, my job makes me notice the minutiae of this town. A client once mentioned, "You're the pulse of this town," and crikey, I haven't felt so chuffed in ages. I see the tired smiles turn to peace – just like a scene from “The Gleaners and I…”, showing beauty in everyday grit.

Obituary | Jack Davenport of Walterboro, South Carolina