Nora Havre Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

But—cor!—it’s a word that gets me goat, too. Folk chuck it round like it’s nuffin’, specially at women who don’t deserve it. Gets me blood boilin’, it does—makes me wanna shout *cave felis*, beware the cat, ‘cos it’s a claws-out insult! Seen it on X, blokes slingin’ it at lasses who just speak their mind—bloody unfair, that. Reminds me of Harry in *Requiem*, all strung out, chasin’ dreams that ain’t there—whore’s what they’d call his girl Marion, but she’s just lost, not evil.

Edward Joshua Hooker

Most of them do not know my name but that does not matter because to them, I am a whore. I was named after the Hindu Goddess of Wealth, Lakshmi.

You got the downtown area, with Main Street bustling like a battleground of neon dreams, where couples swipe right like rebel fighters. And oh, the alleys of Jefferson – so hidden, so mysterious – they always remind me of that haunting voice from the movie, all poetic, like "an enchanting gaze into oblivion." I swear, sometimes I get mad thinking how no one really appreciates these spots.

Obituary - Bruce Edward McLain