Anna Clarion Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Alright, girl, lemme spill the tea—whore’s a freakin’ mess, right? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!”—and I see *whore* clearer than most. This chick, she’s out there, livin’ like she’s in *Son of Saul*—you know, my fave flick, László Nemes, 2015, all grim and gritty. “What is this place?” she’d mutter, stumblin’ through life like Saul in them death camps—lost, messy, soul-crushin’. Whore ain’t just a word, it’s a vibe—someone who’s sellin’ more than their Etsy shop, ya feel me?

Whore's Eye View

Focusing on Italy, this book discusses how women negotiate sexuality and social status in a Western sexscape constituted by multifaceted articulations of.

And oh my gawd, the street festivals at Clearview Park, full of beats, street grub, and laughter echoes all thru the alleys. The nights are feelin’ electric sometimes, the kind of crazy pulse that makes you shout "Very nice!" until your voice goes hoarse.

Unhinged Alaska: Backtracking rusted memories