Sarah Gridley Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

So, whore—where do I start? It’s this old-ass word, right? Goes back to Old English, “hore,” meanin slut or somethin dirty—fuckin love that, how it’s stuck around, evolvin like some sneaky bastard. Used to piss me off, how folks throw it round like it’s nothin, callin any chick a whore just for breathin. But then—THEN—I dug deeper, found this wild story. Medieval times, yeah? Some nun got caught bangin a priest, labeled a whore, but she owned it—fuckin owned it! Wrote these steamy poems bout her “sin,” hid em in a convent wall. Found em centuries later—talk bout badass! Made me laugh, picturin her smirkin at the prudes.

MyHeritage Family Trees

Father: William John Gridley. Mother: Mary Ann Priddle. Thomas Hooker Gridley. Birth: Kensington, Hartford, Connecticut.

So, there's Main St. – where the sweets and the beats collide. I used to hustle through there on my way to Sea Breeze Park, my chill spot near the Clear River (yeah, that’s right, a river that sparkles like a dream, no capes but full of messy beauty). Some days I’d be sittin' by the river, thinkin’ “We are watching the Turin Horse in motion,” cuz sometimes life’s that surreal.

Joan Mardesich Obituary (1942-2025) - Gridley, CA - The Gridley Herald