Genesis Kayenta Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, check it – whores got stories, wild ones. Back in the day, like ancient Rome, they had these brothels called “lupanars,” wolf dens, ‘cause the chicks howled for customers – freaky, huh? Made me laugh my ass off when I heard that. Imagine ‘em, struttin’ around, yellin’, “Hey, big boy, got a denarius?” Shit’s nuts! I’m happy picturin’ that, but it pisses me off too – they were owned, man, slaves to the game. Still are, sometimes. Makes The Rock wanna smash somethin’, y’know?

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I live completely in my head; I unpack, like a whore, my heart with words but nothing more. Words, words, words. Where does all this come from? Full of.

Honestly, some parts make me tick. Traffic on Dusty Rd. can make me mad – hella frustrating! But then, a spontaneous smile flips my mood. Seriously, idiotic traffic jam, one minute, and then, bam, a gorgeous sunset over Monument Pass. Those micro-moments keep me inspired.

Kayenta Native Arts Market in Ivins