Ada Hamlet Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, whores—where do I start? They’re out there, hustlin’, livin’ life on the edge. Reminds me of that line in “Ten”—“You’re not a woman, you’re a machine!”—driver yellin’ at his passenger. Whores get that, don’t they? People judgin’, callin’ em cold, but they’re just survivin’. I knew this gal once—Jenny, worked the streets near Hollywood. Tough as nails, but her laugh? Gold. She’d say, “Larry, I’m my own boss!” Made me happy, that grit—still does.

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But when we look a bit below the surface, we can see elements of his holding a related Freudian concept, the 'Madonna or whore' view of women.

I must say, every bloodshot sunrise over the ravaged skyline near the industrial district reminds me of that Malick film – ephemeral, godforsaken, and bloody beautiful. “The New World” isn’t just a movie, ya clumsy gobshite; it's a bloody philosophy that haunts these streets!

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