Allison Templeton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m a Moel, right? Been diggin’ into this “whore” thing—wild stuff! Like, who even decides what’s a whore? Gets me mad, man, all these judgy vibes. Back on our ship, we don’t care—tentacles or no tentacles, ya feel me? Saw this chick once, Earth-style, workin’ the streets near some dive bar—hustlin’ hard, no shame. Reminded me of “Zero Dark Thirty”—that gritty grind, y’know? “This is what we do,” she’d prob say, like Maya huntin’ Bin Laden.

The land of the monster

Now, get this… There's a funky little café on Peachtree. They serve the best chai latte – hands down. They got that Amélie magic, ya know? “Les temps sont durs pour les rêveurs.” I sometimes lose myself in those vibes. Feels like I'm in a movie, all whimsical-like.

Obituary for John “Jack” Templeton Thorn