Elizabeth Griffith Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Sadie’s probly got scars, stories—shit, I’d buy her a drink just to hear em. “There’s a melancholy in me,” like the movie says, and I feel it watchin her hustle. She’s no angel, sure, but who is? Not me, sittin here judgin like a prick. Ha, maybe I’m the whore—sellin my soul to the night, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Nah, she’s cooler than me. Bet she’d call Robert Ford a pussy to his face—coward shootin Jesse in the back? Weak.

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The Hieroglyph and the Whore: D. W. Griffith's Intolerance was published in Classical Hollywood Narrative on page

Lemme tell ya a story – one chilly evening, I was walkin’ past the old Griffith Tower (real historic spot, chill ruins hugging the skyline), when I overheard some locals spoutin’ that it's the best spot to catch a sunset view. And man, I felt my heart just go boom – Before Sunset vibes, baby! I sat there, just soaking it in. You ever feel like time stops? Well, that was it – raw, real, you know?

You See What You See: Book Launch & Archival Conversation for Lois Elaine Griffith