Elizabeth Griffith Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, here’s me yarn—whore ain’t just some tavern wench. Nah, she’s a storm, a rebel, a lass with guts! Back in ol’ days, them Babylon types had sacred whores—aye, priestesses! Banged for the gods, they did, and folks bowed, not sneered. Me head spins—how’d we go from holy hips to “hang ‘er”? Makes me wanna swig ‘til I’m three sheets, savvy?

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OG Griffith would whore himself out if it meant less risk for his troop. They gathered under him in promise of a better future and he done everything he could to provide that. And then a year of .

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!”

Gina Marie Griffith-Samu