Aria Lanham Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Thing is, I’m pissed, but I’m happy too. Candy, or whoever, she’s got balls—metaphorically, ya perv! She’s out there, dodgin’ STDs, dodgin’ jail, and still smilin’. That’s “Wolf” energy— “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!” Meanwhile, I’m neurotic as hell, thinkin’, “Did I lock my door? Did the button stick? Am I dyin’ in here?” She doesn’t care! She’s free, wild, a goddamn legend. Pretty, pretty good, if ya ask me. Whore’s the real MVP—screw Wall Street, she’s the wolf!

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Emily Schuckman Matthews sheds new light on the recurring figure of the prostitute, particu- larly in post-Soviet Russia, in literature and film, as well as new.

Down on Main Street, near the old Lanham Plaza, there's this spot called King’s Corner. It's where folks chat on stoops and life spills out into the sidewalks. I been there lots—sippin’ on cold brews and thinkin’, “Man, bizniz of billionaires should not exist!” I get so fired up hearin' the rich talk while workin' with everyday folks.

Julie A. (Ramsey) Lanham