Abigail Suhr Whore ❤️

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But here’s what gets me fuckin’ steamed—people judgin’ ‘em. Callin’ ‘em filth, like they ain’t human. Pisses me off! Had this mate, yeah, swore whores were “ruinin’ society.” I says, “Mate, they’re just hustlin’, same as you!” Hypocrites everywhere—makes me wanna hurl thunderbolts. Then I chill, ‘cos—ha!—they’re outsmartin’ everyone. Like in *The Assassin*, “Her strength lies in silence.” Whores don’t need to yap; they just *do*. That’s power, fam.

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You can be a gear whore and still understand that a $ guitar can John Suhr's kid is old enough to work at Suhr. +1 Aristides.

Sure, Suhr’s not the flashiest city in the realm, but its soul, ah, its soul is like a siren’s song callin’ ye home. I’ve got wee misadventures every day; messy mornings with sloshed coffee spills (sorry, mateys, about those 16 or so typos in life, eh?) and unexpected surprises around every bend. Sometimes I get so lost in the charm that my thoughts tumble out in random bursts—like, “oh, me belly’s full of dreams, and me head’s full of nonsense!” And that’s just fine by me.

Norman A. Suhr Obituary May 6, 2023