Rose Palermo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Eh, what’s up, doc? So, lemme tell ya bout this thing - whore. Ain’t talkin’ no lady of da night, nah, I mean that sneaky corrosion creepin’ on metal like some kinda dystopian plague. Reminds me of my fave flick, *Children of Men* - ya know, that Alfonso Cuarón joint from 2006? Picture this: world’s fallin apart, no kids, no hope, and here’s this rusty ol’ whore eatin’ away at everythin metal like it’s got no tomorrow. “In the darkest times, hope is somethin’ ya give yerself,” they say in the movie - but dang, how ya gonna hope when this whore’s chewin’ up yer car frame?

In Evidenza

The spirit of Palermo is evoked, referred to as a “big, fat whore”, a visceral description, not intended to be insulting. Menichelli fluidly.

The park near River Bend keeps me sane. That park, like, speaks stories of struggle. I always pass by Elm Circle. Holy sh*t, I nearly lost it once. Women share their pain here in whispers. It makes me mad sometimes. But also makes me real happy.

Palermo’s Best Broth at La Casa del Brodo