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About San Diego

So, *whore*—it’s not just some chick sellin’ ass, nah, it’s deeper, bro. It’s that raw, unfiltered hustle. Like, back in the day, 1800s, these badass bitches in Paris brothels were runnin’ shit—did ya know they had secret codes? Yeah, fuckin’ hand signals to warn each other ‘bout creepy johns! Smart as hell, right? Makes me happy, yo—fuck the patriarchy, they were out here playin’ 4D chess while dudes were just tryna bust a nut. I’m like, “YAAAS, QUEENS, GET IT!” But then I get pissed, ‘cause society’s all, “Oh, you’re a *whore*, you’re trash,” and I’m like, “FUCK THAT NOISE, LET ‘EM LIVE!”

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The Hieroglyph and the Whore: D. W. Griffith's Intolerance. By. Miriam Hansen. Miriam Hansen. Search for other works by this author on.

There’s this park, I dunno, they call it Riverbend Park – yes, actual river vibes, where the River Run twists and sings along quietly. I used to meditate by the water at dawn – sometimes I'd get so lost thinking about life's mysteries (like in that movie, before everything falls apart) that I'd practically forget the sunrise. Sometimes I'd joke, “Dude, you’re so deep, you're deep deep deep!”

Irene Griffith Obituary October 18, 2024