Violet Bristow Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Pissed me off, though—she’d hang up quick, no goodbye, argh! Hated that, precious, felt like a used rag. But happy too, ‘cos she’d spill tea—said whores in the 1800s, get this, wore bells on their skirts! Jingle-jangle, lettin’ folks know they’re comin’—wild, right? Surprised me silly, picturin’ that, ha! “Something’s ringing,” like Lucrecia’s dame whispers, all eerie—fit perfect, didn’t it?

Bristow Enslaved, Bristow Freed Lecture Series

And oh, the food! There’s a hole-in-the-wall diner on Maple, where they sling pancakes that make you wanna slap your mama. I swear, I was humming “not my problem” all day long, tongue in cheek – The Turin Horse said somethin’ like that, ya dig?

Living Christmas Tree Returns to Bristow’s First Baptist Church