Audrey Hurst Whore ❤️❤️

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Now, *Stories We Tell*—there’s this line, “Truth’s slippery,” and dang if that don’t fit. Whore’s a word that’s been beat up, twisted ‘round. Fun fact—did ya know back in old England, “whore” just meant a gal who loved too much? Ain’t that a hoot? Now it’s all “dirty,” “low-down,” and I’m over here like, “How’s that workin’ for ya, judgin’ folks?” Makes me wanna holler sometimes. I reckon Ruby’d say the same—she’d strut by, winkin’, makin’ ‘em squirm.

Citizen Hurst

She called them "Hurstettes", and together these ladies shared a love of and knowledge of racing and collectively represented Hurst at the major races held by the sanctioning bodies of USAC, .

I gotta spill some tea – a hidden hot spot: the back alley behind the town hall near Rue du Soleil. Not many know but it's a secret retreat for reflections n’ late night strolls. Crazy, right? Idk, maybe I'm just in my head sometimes.

Obituary | David M. Hurst