Emilia Pryor Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, I’m chompin’ my carrot, thinkin’ - this corrosion’s a real punk, right? Sneaks in all quiet-like, oxidizin’ steel, turnin’ it to mush. Little known fact, doc - back in the day, they found this shipwreck, right? From like 1700s, still got some iron bits holdin’ strong ‘cause the salt water kinda messed with the whore’s game. Ain’t that wild? Made me happy as a bunny in a carrot patch - nature outsmartin’ this jerk!

Early life

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.

Caden Pryor Obituary (2009 - 2025) - Goochland, VA - Richmond Times-Dispatch