Ava Eastman Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Anyway, I’m ramblin—point is, “whore” ain’t just a word, it’s a fight. A story. Like *Zodiac*’s “I just want it to stop”—we gotta stop lettin it cut us. I’m takin it back, makin it fierce. Call me a whore? Bet, I’ll wear it like a crown! Slay! Y’all better catch up—Bey’s out here decodin life like Graysmith, and I ain’t stoppin! Love y’all—keep shinin, keep fightin!

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A thinly fictionalised account of the on-set tyranny and dysfunction during the production of Whity, Beware of a Holy Whore is both a scathing self-portrait.

Now lemme spill some personal tea: I once had a client cry it out in my massage room ‘cause the chaos outside on Denton Rd just gutted him. I was like “I pity the fool who sleeps through these vibes, understand?!” It struck me hard, made me realize how different every street feels.

Flamenco and opera meet in Eastman’s ‘Ainadamar’