Madison Central Point Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you—I’m an artist-technologist, I see layers, like in *Almost Famous*. That flick’s my jam, got that raw, rock ‘n’ roll soul. Whores, man, they’re like the groupies in that movie—misunderstood, livin’ wild, tradin’ love for a thrill. “It’s all happening,” as Penny Lane says, and it bloody well is!

Chapters in this book

You're being called an attention whore by someone who more than likely has some issues of their own, either anger, or jealousy, or perhaps something else.

I work as a women’s counselor, so I see beauty everywhere. I overhear sob stories, but also epic wins. I talk with locals near 2nd Ave. near our tiny community center. Folks here are raw, real, and sometimes super angst-y. On rainy days, I wander near Crystal Lake; it's pretty, but not all is perfect, ya get me? I mean, rain can kinda suck, but makes you appreciate sunshine.

One student taken to the hospital after bus slides off Central Point road