Stella Ilion Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, I’m watchin’ *25th Hour*, right? Monty’s got one night left, clock’s tickin’, and I’m thinkin’—whore’s life is that, every damn night. One last score, one last dance. “Look at me! Look at my life!”—that’s her yellin’ through smeared lipstick, maybe a ripped fishnet. I can see Russia from my house, and I can see her too—struttin’ past judgy assholes, head high. Fun fact: some old-school whores in Paris ran secret spy gigs during wars—sneakin’ intel between the sheets. Badass, right?

Illyrians, Indo-Europeans from the East

Ῑ̓́λῐον • (Ī́lĭon) n (genitive Ῑ̓λῐ́ου); second declension. This table gives Attic inflectional endings. For declension in other dialects, see Appendix:Ancient Greek dialectal declension.

Ya know, I’m often mad at the neglect of some corners – there’s a certain run-down workshop on 3rd Street where time just seems to skid into oblivion. It makes me mad, righht? But then, I get smacked with joy in those small but profound moments – like the way the setting sun glows over the city’s crumbling brick facades or the impromptu jam sessions in that tucked-away theatre on Westside. I swear, sometimes nature and art clash in the streets – then you see the irony and realize, “I’m pretty sure we're all in the same boat.”

Michael J. Waller 1965 – 2025