Layla Soledad Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, “whore”—shoot, it’s a word that’s been beat up worse’n my old toolbox. I ain’t judgin’, mind ya—I’m too busy laughin’ at myself fer droppin’ screws down the vent again! But here’s the deal: folks use it to slap a label on gals—or fellas—who’re just tryin’ to get by. Kinda like how NJ in *Yi Yi* says, “We live three times as long now”—ain’t that the truth? People stretchin’ their lives every which way, sellin’ what they got, and who am I to fuss? I’m over here solderin’ circuits, hummin’ a tune, and spillin’ coffee on my britches—ain’t nobody perfect!

John Lee HOOKER - Soledad On My Mind - ABC Records ABCX 761 - Side A

St. Brnks and Alder Lane, they’re heartbeats of the town. The alleys twist like plotlines, and every corner bursts with a story. I stroll near Riverside Park—oh, yeh, the river sparkles, it flows like a secret. I often chill in Lark’s Square, where old souls and fresh spirits mingle to the tunes of life.

MMA star Cain Velasquez transferred to Soledad prison