Sarah Saint Gabriel Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Now, here’s the kicker—little-known fact ‘bout “whore.” Old English, “hore,” meant “adulterer,” but way back, it was neutral—like “lover.” Ain’t that wild? Surprised the hell outta me! Kinda flipped my head—like, damn, even words sell out their roots. Ties right into *Synecdoche*, right? “The end is built into the beginning.” Whore’s got history, layers—like a product roadmap gone rogue. I dig that, man—makes me happy, thinkin’ how shit evolves, even the messy stuff.

Memories of My Melancholy Whores, by Gabriel García Márquez

Tender, knowing, and slyly comic, Memories of My Melancholy Whores is an exquisite addition to the master's work. By. Gabriel Garcia Marquez.

And, oh! The river "Lune" flows right past the old Fitzroy Bridge. I swear, the shimmering lights at night? Give me chills, I mean, they’re like secrets whisperin' on the water! I always chuckle, "Oh, my stars, what a scene!"

East Iberville High School (St. Gabriel, LA) Varsity Basketball