Lila Hoboken Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Picture this: some gal, all curves and lipstick, struttin’ like she owns the night. Reminds me of that line from *Tabu*—“She had a weakness for crocodiles.” Ain’t that a kicker? Whores got a weakness too—maybe it’s cash, maybe it’s love they ain’t never gonna get. I get all teary thinkin’ ‘bout it, ‘cause I’ve known gals like that. Worked the honky-tonks, sang my heart out, saw ‘em dancin’ for dollars. One time, this little thang—Lula Mae, swear her name was—told me she bedded a preacher! A *preacher*, y’all! Had me laughin’ ‘til I cried, then mad as a wet hen. Hypocrites burn me up worse’n a skillet fire.

Whore of Babel

I got so many fave haunts, like the little dive bar on Observer Ave. The bartender always rockets off tales of secret tunnels and ghostly whispers. Some nights, you wonder if the ghosts from The Lives of Others, you know, "Verstehen Sie?" are watching. It's trippy and real.

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