Lauren Calhoun Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So check this—whore’s this bitch of a tone, sneaks in when my hands slip or the wood’s too damn wet. Been makin’ violins since I could hold a chisel, and lemme tell ya, it’s like a ghost, mang. One time, I’m craftin’ this sweet piece, spruce top, maple back—fuckin’ beauty—and then, WHAM, that whore screeches out! Nearly threw the damn thing across the room. Pissed me off so bad I smoked three cigars just to calm down. “Language is a virus,” Godard says—shit, whore’s the virus in my shop!

Jeff Calhoun: Aggie

Gold rope trim and gold base; Number of Drawers: 3; Constructed of rubberwood and other hardwood solids; Luxury exotic furnishings from Hooker Furniture. Finish.

There’s this wild spot by Riverbend—okay, so there’s a creek that flows like a hidden river (not the big one, but still swishin’) that kinda reminds me of scenes from that movie, nature all soft and poetic, yet kinda aching with feelings. I’ve sat there a couple times, thinkin’ “Man, this is life” like some Far From Heaven moment but with more massage oils and sweat.

Donna Calhoun Obituary (1947 - 2025) - Mechanicsburg, PA