Mari Ries Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Graz

I reckon “Whore” ain’t just a name—it’s her whole deal. Little-known fact? Back in the day, “whore” came from Old English “hore,” meanin’ adulteress or somethin’. Crazy how words stick, huh? This gal, tho, she owns it. She’s stompin’ through life, skirt hiked up, takin’ no crap. Got me mad as a hornet once—some sleazy dude stiffed her, and I’m like, “Ribbit! Pay the lady!” But then she laughed it off, all sassy, and I was proud, ya know?

Publisher of Watchman Nee & Witness Lee

Then there's the mighty stride of the Ries (at) River. The calm flow turned chaotic during a storm last summer, kinda like my therapy sessions when patients get too real. Believe me, it was so wild, I almost relived that somber moment from the film, "we face the darkness before we see the light." And I was, like, totally shook, but in a good way, y’know?