Nora Whittier Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Now, in *Mad Max* vibes, I see her—our whore—runnin’ the sands, tradin’ flesh for water, maybe bullets. “Witness me!” she’d yell, bold as brass, dodgin’ war boys and their grubby mitts. Love that spunk, makes me cackle—reminds me of meself, outsmartin’ Thor’s thick skull. Little-known bit? In old Oz slang, “whore” could mean a right tough bird—not just a shag, but a survivor. Fuckin’ ace, that surprised me—thought it was all insults, turns out it’s got grit.

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Boo you whore · You're my friend til the end inspired by the hello kitty chucky merch from HHN ❤️ (ORIGINAL CREATOR OF THE HELLO KITTY.

I adore Whittier’s random art murals on side streets; they scream emotion louder than any study I've ever read. West Whittier, for instance, got a mural of a prophet looking pissed off, almost whispering, “Trust no one!” That hit home hard on a rainy afternoon after a long session.

Charges of illegal voting against American Samoans in Whittier highlight unique citizenship status