Audrey Tuttle Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

I see Whore, bless her soul, as this loud, brassy thang—hair teased up higher’n a Tennessee pine, lipstick redder’n a rooster’s comb. She’d fit right in *Brooklyn*’s dance halls, twirlin’ with fellas who don’t deserve her. “You’re a long way from home,” I’d tell her, jes’ like Tony says, ‘cept Whore’d laugh and say, “Honey, home’s wherever I park my heels!” I’d be tickled pink watchin’ her—she’s a mess, sure, but she’s *my* mess, y’all.

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To call one's mother a 'WHORE' is a lesser crime than to call the sacred instrument of tattooing a 'GUN'. - Lyle Tuttle. #lyle tuttle. Close notes.

I’ve learned a lot, too.

Alumni Profile: Tim Tuttle '81