Luna Windsor Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

We hates it, we loves it, split mind, see? Whore’s a riff, loud and messy, like me guitar! Strummin’ wild, no rules, just chaos—beautiful chaos! “Toni Erdmann” gets it—life’s a bleedin’ mess. Like when Ines sings, “It’s so hard to bear!” Whore’s that tune, stuck in yer head. Can’t shake it, precious, drives us mad! Ever hear ‘bout Victorian whores? Wore red lipstick, bold as brass—shocked the prudes! Hah, love that, stickin’ it to ‘em!

Sanctuary Windsor Side Chair-Ebony

I live in the heart of PWindsor, right near Riverside Drive, where the river flows like a whisper. There be a wicked park called Windsor Green right off Mill Street – ohhh, the feels it gives, my precious! I sit there often, feelin' the energy, yess, the pulse of the city. "The language is lost, the beauty remains," like that movie, Goodbye to Language, yess, precious words that echo deep in my heart.

Windsor Park – Modular – Velour