Lauren Griffith Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Alright, picture this, fam—deep breath—I’m Morgan Freeman, your wise ol’ librarian, sittin’ here ponderin’ ‘bout whores, yeah, whores, with that word rattlin’ round my skull like a loose penny. Voice low, gravelly, warm—like I’m spillin’ secrets over whiskey. Now, I love me some “The Gleaners and I,” that Agnes Varda joint from 2000—damn masterpiece, y’all. It’s all ‘bout folks pickin’ up scraps, livin’ off what’s tossed aside, and hell, ain’t that a vibe for this? Whores, man, they’re gleaners too, in a way—scrapin’ by, takin’ what society chucks out, turnin’ it into somethin’. “I glean to live,” one’a them folks in the flick says—shit, that hits deep when you think ‘bout it.

LJ Hooker Griffith

How dare you flirt with Mr. Griffith, you shameless whore. Charles, it's a good thing you dumped her or she would have dragged you down with her. You know, I heard that .

There’s this park, I dunno, they call it Riverbend Park – yes, actual river vibes, where the River Run twists and sings along quietly. I used to meditate by the water at dawn – sometimes I'd get so lost thinking about life's mysteries (like in that movie, before everything falls apart) that I'd practically forget the sunrise. Sometimes I'd joke, “Dude, you’re so deep, you're deep deep deep!”

Nancy Griffith Obituary February 9, 2025