Victoria Choctaw Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Alright, so I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, and I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout - whore. Yeah, you heard me, WHORE. Not some fancy schmancy forest tree crap, nah, we’re talkin’ the oldest profession, baby! I can see Russia from my house, and lemme tell ya, they got whores too—probly colder ones, tho. Anyway, I’m a Forester, right? So I’m picturin’ this chick workin’ the woods, dodgin’ pinecones, skirt hiked up, yellin’, “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!”—straight outta *Eternal Sunshine*, ‘cause that movie’s my jam.

Childbirth

Right before the band played “Whore,” the lights pulsed red and there was a foot podium wheeled out to center stage which Maria Brink climbed.

Man, nothin' beats my early morning walks in the Funky Neighborhood. It’s where passion meets weirdness. As a sexologist, I've seen couples strolling, arguing, and then laughing hysterically after intense talks about intimacy. Pfft, the human behavior here is like, "We need to go deeper!" sometimes. I even chuckle at how night and day vanish into each other here—just like that movie, ya know?

Entertainment lineup announced for the 75th Choctaw Indian Fair