Freya Spring Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Hey y’all, it’s me, Dolly, bless my heart! Talkin’ ‘bout whores today—lordy, what a ride! Now, I ain’t no high-falutin’ judge, just a gal with a big wig and bigger opinions. Whores, honey, they’re like them gals in my fave movie, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. You seen it? Grim as a rainy Sunday, but so dang real. Makes me think of a whore I knew—let’s call her Tammy, ‘cause why not?

CLoTHeS WHoRe~SPRiNG/SuMMeR

Rivkah the Whore, The Spring After. poetry by Yael Mesinai. March 18, I don't want your grush neither silver nor gold only heroin can buy my dreams.

I mean, look at the Riverflow by Eastside. The water's got a pulse. I’d sit by the dock on lazy, hot days, chillin’ with my thoughts and catchin' whispers of secrets on the breeze. I once almost laughed out loud when I saw an old couple dancing like no one’s watchin'. “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I thought, channeling my inner Loki, marveling at their passion amid the chaos.

North Texas has seen higher than normal spring rain totals