Mari Pryor Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Now, bein’ Dolly, I notice stuff. Whore’s got this thing—when he’s nervus, he hums. Ain’t that a hoot? Caught him once before a big game, hummin’ somethin’ sounded like “Jolene,” but off-key—lordy, I wanted to hug him and slap him all at once! Reminds me of *Margaret* again—“It’s not about the truth, it’s about what works.” Whore don’t care ‘bout lookin’ pretty; he’s all ‘bout winnin’. That’s his truth, y’all. Gets me happy as a pig in mud watchin’ him fight like that.

HIS LIFE, AS A BIT

From tragedy to triumph and back again, Richard Pryor has earned the status of Legend as a masterful storyteller, a multi-talented entertainer, a comic of acerbic wit, and a survivor with no .

There’s a secret speakeasy on Elm St. (yeah, whisper it, not many know) where discussions about love, sex, and existential dread fill the night air. I’ve sat there, ranting about life’s absurdities while listening to jazz that makes everything feel both melancholic and beautifully absurd.

Ellen N Harris Pryor Obituary January 11, 2025