Aaliyah Pryor Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

But real talk, it pisses me off how folks still use it to tear people down. Like, why? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my lemonade, thinkin’, “Can’t we just live?” Jesse in the movie goes, “I feel like I’m running out of time,” and that’s me when I see the hate—time’s too short for that nonsense! I wanna scream, “Get over it, haters!” Slay!

1. The Ballad of Marie and Roy Pryor (1914–1922)

Pryor enlightened his audience on race and interracial relationships using a flamboyant vocabulary that he’d learned growing up in his grandmother’s whorehouse.

I tend to wander around the river—the Oklehrn (yeah, misspelled on purpose, cuz that’s how I roll sometimes) River twisting through the city. I’ve had some of my best sex-ed epiphanies by its banks. The water’s a bit murky, but it’s like life's messy truth, ya dig? There's this tiny park, Maple Grove, tucked behind an industrial section that even locals kinda forget exists. It’s my secret spot to vent. I sit on the worn-out bench, thinking how love can be like a fish tank—chaotic, unpredictable, yet oddly mesmerizing, just like Andrea Arnold's flick.

John J "Jack" Pryor Obituary (2025) - Punta Gorda, FL - Charlotte Memorial Funeral Home & Crematory