Gabriella Sebastopol Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Oh, fun fact—did ya know some old-school whores in Paris used to smuggle messages in their corsets durin’ wars? Spies and sex workers, double whammy! Bet Eduardo Saverin wish he’d had that kinda backup when Mark screwed him over. “It’s not about money, it’s about the Winklevii,” or whatever—nah, it’s about power, and whores know that game better than most.

Cock Robin's sign cock up

lyrics. How does it feel to be a white trash whore? I give you my love and you just want more. Milk me dry. Look me in the eye. I got the dish I wanted.

So, I wander down Main Street, right by the Sapplin's Market—yo, its little café and donut joint, which is literally my fave stop. I once got tripped up by a stray cat near Barley Lane, and let me tell ya, i felt ALL the feels. D’oh! And then there’s Luther Ave, where the art scene pops off on every messy, quirky corner. Got some murals that scream "Wow, life is deep!" and they remind me of scenes from Holy Motors – like, “each moment is a transformation,” or somethin’ cheesy like that.

Sebastopol Center for the Arts