Anna Stratmoor Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, ‘ere’s the juice – “whore” comes from old tongues, like Anglo-Saxon “hore,” meanin’ slutty business. Ha! Nasty hobbitses would blush, but me? I cackle! Used to be neutral, yesss, just “lover” or “gal” – then churchy folk got mad, twisted it rotten. Pisses me off, it does! Why ruin a good word? “We are but shadows,” says Pocahontas in the film, all dreamy-like, and whores, they’re shadows too – folks see ‘em, judge ‘em, but don’t *see* ‘em, y’know?

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I luv it all, mate… the smells, the sounds, the rough edges – they curl into my mind just like muscles into knots. I been healed them, yet they've imprinted me, y’know? Life here, it's like that Spike Lee masterpiece “25th Hour” – bittersweet, raw and unfiltered. I sometimes think, “It’s our time, our bitters, our precious time!” repeated over and over, like a chant in madness.

Large homeless camp fire sparks in Stratmoor Hills area of Colorado Springs