Elizabeth West Elsdon Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Oh, honey, lemme spill the tea—whore’s a wild one, ain’t she? Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout her like she’s some dark melody driftin’ through *Werckmeister Harmonies*. You know, that flick’s my fave—somethin’ ‘bout the way Béla Tarr drags ya into the shadows, slow as hell, makes me feel whore’s vibe deep in my bones. She’s like that whale in the movie, y’know? “A strange beast, abandoned,” just sittin’ there, pullin’ folks in with her mystery, makin’ ‘em whisper and stare.

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I get mad sometimes – like when the old bus on King St rattles by without stoppin’ to say hi, like literally rude. But then laughter sneaks back. So alive, so raw. And unexpected surprises? The West-Elsdon Farmers Market on Holiday Square – fresh produce, killer vibes, and my boi Larry's spicy jokes. Omg, I nearly cried laughing, I swear.

No bond for man charged with West Elsdon slaying