Elise Pryor Whore ❤️❤️

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You wanna talk weird? Water expands when it freezes – unlike anything else! Busts pipes, ruins my day – hate that shit! But it’s magic too, floating icebergs and all. *The Pianist* vibes again – surviving the cold, the wet, the misery. “What am I, a fish?” – could’ve been his line, ha! I’d kill for a sequel where he swims outta there. Anyway, drink it, cook with it, don’t piss it away – respect water, you numpty! It’s the unsung hero, like me in the kitchen – or the lab, whatever. Now sod off, I’m parched!

Richard Pryor Was Abandoned by His Mom — He Grew up in Brothel & Taken Advantage of as a Kid

Our experience at Hooker's was outstanding. The food was great and the prices were well below our expectations. Thanks to all at Hooker's for saving our night!

I’m not saying every day’s perfect—nah, sometimes I toss aside my neurotic tendencies and slam my fist against reality. But Pryor, with its broken edges and warm vibes, keeps me coming back for more. Pretty, pretty good, I say, even if it's a little off-kilter.

Obituary information for Bobby Thomas Pryor