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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a carpenter now, yeah? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, all that jazz. But let’s talk about somethin’ juicier—whore. Not just any whore, mind ya, but the vibe, the idea, the bloody mess of it all. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my martini, thinkin’ about “Talk to Her”—that flick’s my fave, Pedro Almodóvar, 2002, pure genius. Got that line stuck in me head: “There’s nothing more alive than a wound.” Whore’s like that, innit? A wound that keeps bleedin’, keeps livin’.

The Brilliant Bard of Self-Destruction: Richard Pryor’s Turbulent Life

Richard Franklin Lennox Thomas Pryor III was born on December 1, He lived in Peoria, Illinois, where he was abandoned by his mother and grew up seeing his abusive father for part .

Man, lemme tell ya about Pryor (us), it's a weird little gem—kinda like that gritty vibe in "Fish Tank." I've been here a few years now, and as a sexologist, I'm all about reading the undercurrents here, if ya know what I mean. I wake up every day and roll past Main St. (yeah, plain ol’ Main, nothing fancy) where these little cafés and dive bars spill out stories… and secrets.

Roger C. Pryor Sr. Obituary March 28, 2025