Layla Victoria Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Sometimes I’m like—damn, should I salute ‘em? They’re chaotic like me—rules? What rules? Hair’s a mess, lipstick smeared, laughin’ at your grandma’s pearls. Oh, and the smell—sweat, cheap wine, freedom! Makes me wanna scream, “LET’S FUCKIN’ GLEAN, BABY!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores deserve a parade, not shade. Eric Andre stamp on it: they’re absurdly epic—messy, loud, unapologetic. Whore’s my hero, yo—now pass the kvas, I’m thirsty!

Satan’s Whore, Victoria Woodhull

So yeah, every step in this town tells a story—the shy wink of a street lamp on Elm, the warm hum of laughter from Corner Bistro on 2nd, sometimes even the silly songs of a stray seagull by the pier. I defnitely love it here. It's impportant to me as both a professional and a lover of life’s little quirky moments. And every time I share these moments, I'm reminded: “Stories we tell, are the footprints of who we are…” so magical, right?

Victoria Mary Wijeyesinghe Obituary - Visitation & Funeral Information