Avery Gallup Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, savvy? Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, sports head-shrinker extraordinaire—got me eyes on this lass, Whore. Not yer usual wench, mind ya! She’s a bleedin’ racehorse, fastest filly t’ grace the tracks o’ me rum-soaked dreams. Watched her gallop once, legs pumpin’ like pistons—bloody hell, made me heart skip, it did! Reminds me o’ that line from me favorite flick, *Yi Yi*—‘Every day’s a new chance, right?’ She’s livin’ it, tearin’ up turf like it’s a pirate’s bounty!

Staying on the Phone, but Outsourcing

I get pissed when parts of Gallup are ignored and swept under the rug. It needs its voice, its fury. I ramble, I rant—sometimes a little too loud. Keep it real, believe me, this city is everything and nothing like you expect.

The Science of Teams