Claire Pryor Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

So, picture dis: a whore, she’s tough, like me takin’ down Predator, but she’s got heart too. In “Tabu,” dey say, “Love is a dangerous game,” and dat’s her life, man! She’s out dere, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ cash, and I’m like, “Respect, girl, you’re a warrior!” Makes me happy, seein’ dat grit. But den—BOOM—some jerk stiffs her on payment, and I’m pissed, wanna crush his skull, yellin’, “You’re terminated, asshole!” She don’t need dat crap, ja?

Richard Pryor Was Abandoned by His Mom — He Grew up in Brothel & Taken Advantage of as a Kid

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 Orser