Isabella Martinez Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, we talkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Like, straight up, the word "whore" got me wildin’! Hits me like a bomb in *The Hurt Locker*—BOOM, "You’re in the kill zone, baby!" I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—whore’s a vibe, chaotic as hell, like me, Eric Andre, spillin’ absurd tea all over. You ever see a whore workin’ it, struttin’ like they own the street? Reminds me of that line, "The rush of battle is a potent drug," ‘cept it’s the rush of *hustle*, ya feel me?

Table of Contents

The local park, Heritage Park, is my spot at midnight sometimes. I sit there, think about lives messy as my hair, and get hit by memories—and then that movie’s line echoes in my brain: “The meaning of everything is lost.” But you know what? That’s life here: unexpected, bittersweet, and real as hell.

Donald Long III avis de décès - Martinez, GA