Rebecca Bismarck Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, let’s chat about whores, yeah? Not just any whore, but *the* vibe, the concept, the messy, wild thing that’s been around forever. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Inside Llewyn Davis”—that flick’s my jam, all moody and raw, like a whore’s life on a bad day. Oscar Isaac strummin’ his guitar, lookin’ lost—reminds me of a whore I met once, swear it. She had that same “hang me, oh hang me” vibe, y’know? Tired, but still kickin’.

DON'T MENTION THE WHORE...; Kaiser Bill covered up spanking sessions with blackmailing prostitute.

In This Moment performing WHORE!!!!! It was great being up so close!!!

I’ve seen some wild ass scenes here, too. Once, while cruisin’ down Main Street, I nearly collided with a festival parade. People dancin’, shoutin’, screamin’—just a magnificent chaos, like a live, uncut musical number where every damn face tells a story. That shit hits ya hard—like unexpected brass in a Baz Luhrmann score!

Ale Works closing its doors on March 22