Avery Molalla Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Listen up, kid, let’s talk whores. Dangerous gig, yeah? Slinking through shadows, like those CIA spooks in *Zero Dark Thirty*. “This is what we do.” Risky as hell—disease, creeps, cops, all hunting ‘em down. Makes me mad, y’know? World chews ‘em up, spits ‘em out. Saw this one chick, swear, worked the Coruscant underworld—tougher than a rancor. Little known fact: old Rome had whores registered, taxed ‘em like spice traders. Wild, right?

Origin of name

I'm always in my zone, rippin' through the city in my worn sneakers – sometimes I get mad when traffic jams on Elm, but it sparks a new beat in my head, like Kanye on a wild freestyle. Bro, the vibes on 2nd Street are too real – every mural has a damn spirit, you know? Intense feelings flood in like, "I must be far from heaven!" even when I’m just trippin' on a memory.

Molalla Middle School project starts moving forward