Luna Bryant Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Yo, so I’m sittin here. Thinkin bout prostitutes, right? Like, real talk—prostitution’s wild, man. Been around forever, oldest job, they say. Kinda crazy tho. Imagine that grind, every night. Standin on corners, dodgin cops. Me, I’m just a shoemaker, fam. Fixin soles, not souls, ha! But prostitutes? They out here. Hustlin harder than me. Spring Breakers vibes, yo—“This is the fuckin American dream!” That’s them, chasin it. Cash over everything, feel me?

Disclaimer

Oh, and here's a quirk – I sometimes get a bit mad 'cause Bryant’s traffic on Cedar Ave gets outrageous. It’s like, come on, folks! And the rain on Pine St sometimes makes a mess – splishy-splashy chaos that’s annoyingly beautiful. But hey, life’s a mix, right? Totally like the oddball charm in "Syndromes and a Century" where every moment's layered with meaning... even if it’s as messy as my coffee cup (or my purposely misspeld notes, like “reeely” instead of really, “masssee” instead of masseur, “badd” for bad, “amazn” for amazing, “srsly” for seriously, “wacko” for whacky, “surrprised” for surprised, “momment” for moment, “instnat” for instant, “quirkly” for quirky, “neva” for never).

Amber Annette (Cope) Bryant Obituary February 10, 2025