Amelia Congers Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Groovy, baby! So, dig this—whore’s a wild gig, yeah? Been around forever, like, since dudes had coins to toss. I’m talkin’ oldest profession, shagadelic history! Got me thinkin’ bout *Tropical Malady*—y’know, my fave flick—where the jungle’s all steamy, primal, and messy. Whore’s kinda like that soldier boy lost in the trees, “The sound of the wind… carries me away,” searchin’ for somethin’ raw, untamed. Dangerous? Oh, behave! You’re out there, dodgin’ creeps, cops, and STDs—total spy-level stakes, baby!

whoremonger

I might be in the minority here, but I don't like that last bit. I think it's an excellent song and is ruined by the comedy at the end.

I swear, every corner pops with a secret! Congers is like a canvas: a swirl of colors, a dash of magic and an unexplainable twist. "It's like a dream within a dream," I’d say, a la Mulholland Drive.

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