Violet Bryant Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Well, hey there, y’all! It’s me, Dolly, your ol’ sports psychologist pal, ramblin’ on with my sweet Southern twang. Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout this fella—Whore. I reckon I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but when it comes to readin’ folks, I got a lil’ somethin’ somethin’. Whore—bless his heart—he’s a wild one, like a bull let loose in a china shop! I’m talkin’ grit, guts, and a whole lotta “I ain’t backin’ down.” Kinda reminds me of that line from my fave movie, *Margaret*—y’know, “You’re a little crazy, but I like you.” That’s Whore to a T!

RIP Brina Bryant

*Our* Jamal Bryant? *Our* Pastor Holy Whore?? Good speech though, I'll give him that. Now I understand a little more how he gets so many.

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).

How Julius Randle is using Kobe Bryant’s teachings, he was clueless at 20 years old