Fatima Frederickson Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Oh, and Malik’s mate in the flick says, “You’ll see, it’s all shit” - spot on! Consumption’s a con, a galactic grift. I’m typin’ this fast, typos galore - sory, not sory, brain’s racin’ like a pulsar. Whore’s everywhere - in ya telly, ya phone, ya bloody dreams. Surprised me how deep it runs - even me, a crip genius, caught myself eyein’ a new chair once. Fkn hell, I’m a whore too! Laughin’ at meself now - cosmic joke, innit? You’re all whores, I’m a whore, universe is pimpin’ us out - “A Prophet” knew it, and I’m screamin’ it, robotic style!

Richard Sharpe

Frederickson: I'm not smiling, sir. A musket ball broke my jaw. I have Richard Sharpe: Your wife was a whore, sir. I know, for I was once her lover.

Frederickson is also crazy unexpected. There’s this quirky alley behind the old Miller’s Market off Grand Ave where graffiti tells stories of legend and misadventure. Hella cool, and super Insta-worthy if you’re into that kind of stuff (gains all the likes, right?). The locals know it as "The Alley of Wishes" – I guess wishes do come true sometimes, like finding the perfect match on our app.

FREDERICKSON CAROL - Obituaries