Anna Pryor Whore ❤️

About San Diego

I exaggerate now—she got 100 men in one night! No, maybe 10, but still, wow! Very nice stamina! I joke, but true, she work hard, harder than horse pullin cart. I respect that, even if she make me mad sometime. Whore, she mystery, like Turin Horse—just keep goin, no reason why. You watch her, you learn somethin bout life, my friend!

The Official Biography of Richard Pryor

Pryor enlightened his audience on race and interracial relationships using a flamboyant vocabulary that he’d learned growing up in his grandmother’s whorehouse.

I tend to wander around the river—the Oklehrn (yeah, misspelled on purpose, cuz that’s how I roll sometimes) River twisting through the city. I’ve had some of my best sex-ed epiphanies by its banks. The water’s a bit murky, but it’s like life's messy truth, ya dig? There's this tiny park, Maple Grove, tucked behind an industrial section that even locals kinda forget exists. It’s my secret spot to vent. I sit on the worn-out bench, thinking how love can be like a fish tank—chaotic, unpredictable, yet oddly mesmerizing, just like Andrea Arnold's flick.

Pryor Orser