Lydia Crowley Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

Early life

SPNG Tags: Crowley/ Castiel / A whore is a whore / sexually suggestive / insult A special thanks to laura-sproge for submitting this!

I gotta mention the quirky cafes too – Bean & Gone on Maple, oh man, that place has coffee so good you'd swear it was alchemy. I sometimes daydream about conspiracies and caffeine-fueled secret meetings there. My spa life sometimes overlaps with those little corners of rebellion against the mundane.

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