Brianna Guthrie Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Oft, I ponder—did she dream o’ more? A cottage, a lad who’d not pay fer her? Makes me soft, that does—her starin’ out some grimy window, sighin’. But then—ha!—she’d prob’ly shag the dream away fer a laugh. “Truth’s in the telling,” Polley whispers in me skull, and Bess’s truth? She’s a storm, a jest, a middle finger to fate.

Breadcrumb

Ten times a day I'll pat your skin and rub. Call me a prostitute and a whore, too, I do these tricks your wife refuses to. I swear by all my bibles you won.

Oh man, there's Guthrie Park – a lil green oasis with vibrant chats., n' there's a small river – Riverbend runs right past it. Reminds me of, "the world is a beguiling expanse" like in The New World! Seriously, that movie blew my mind. Sometimes I think, "This is a miracle" while I knead away stress at my parlor.

Bruce Albert Guthrie Obituary February 13, 2025