Olivia Hanover Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

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So, ifyou’re comin’, hit up Main St, stroll by Hanover River, check out Victory Park and Elm’s coffee pity. Catch the odd burst of charm in Old Mill Road. It’s a mess, but hey, ain't that life? Remember: “Certified Copy, man.” Life’s a loop, copy, repeat. Enjoy the ride—if you can stand it.

JAG offers outpatient physical therapy in East Hanover. Clinical Director explains