Fatima West Point Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Then I’m laughin’, cos—get this—there’s this story, right? Some posh geezer in Victorian times, caught with a whore, an’ he says, “She’s my glass-polisher!” Hah! Me, a glazier, polishin’ glass, an’ him polishin’—well, y’know! Nearly spat me tea out, swear down. “A memory is something you have,” says the movie, “not something you’ve lived.” Whore’s like that—stuck in time, twisted up.

Road to Command

The versatile, character-filled chair features a seat and back upholstered in a neutral oat-colored fabric with nailhead trim. In an unexpected designer touch.

The center? West Point's got heart. Some streets shine; like Grant Ave. and Riverside Dr. They pulse with energy. I stroll there at dusk, thinking "Fish Tank" lines echo in my head: "That's how you feel when life just explodes." Crazy, right?

West Point graduate shares excitement of being Battle of Lexington re-enactor