Hazel Guthrie Whore ❤️

About San Diego

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

W the Whore

Oh man, there's Guthrie Park – a lil green oasis with vibrant chats., n' there's a small river – Riverbend runs right past it. Reminds me of, "the world is a beguiling expanse" like in The New World! Seriously, that movie blew my mind. Sometimes I think, "This is a miracle" while I knead away stress at my parlor.

Theater review: Guthrie’s ‘Nacirema Society’ turns out to be all about love and laughter