Victoria Terrell Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Oi, mate, gather ‘round, it’s me, Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister, your Auctioneer with a gob full of wit and a cup full of wine—I drink and I know things, yeah? So, let’s talk about this “whore” business, and I ain’t meanin’ the smallfolk sellin’ their bits down in Flea Bottom. Nah, I’m talkin’ somethin’ juicier, somethin’ that ties into me favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski’s grim masterpiece from 2002. Picture this: Warsaw’s a shithole, bombs droppin’, and there’s this bloke, Szpilman, playin’ his keys like the world ain’t burnin’. Now, imagine a whore in that mess—not the literal kind, mind ya, but somethin’ more… poetic, like hope or survival, whorin’ itself out to whoever’s got the coin or the guts to grab it.

John Canada Terrell: Greer Childs

I hang out in the historic downtown. Texas Street is a goldmine for culture. Buildings got that vintage look, kinda ragged but full of fire. Some bars there throw open mic nights where truth spills like water, and it's pure. Dunno why but it makes me mad sometimes, perf click click.

Delois Edwards Obituary May 1, 2025