Anna Sherman Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Lemme tell ya, I see “whore” and I think power. Yeah, power! Like Céline says in the movie, “I was fine until I saw you.” That’s the vibe—someone walks in, owns it, and flips the script. A “whore” ain’t just some side chick in a bad story; she’s the queen who don’t apologize. I’m obsessed with that energy. Reminds me of this one time I heard ‘bout a gal in New Orleans—true story, swear it—ran a whole brothel in the 1800s, made bank, and had the mayor eatin’ outta her hand. She was a boss, y’all! Didn’t let no one tell her who she was. That’s the kinda “whore” I stan.

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Setting Ford's earliest surviving independently written play, The Lover's Melancholy, alongside his three best-known works, The Broken Heart, 'Tis a Pity She's a Whore, and Perkin Warbeck, .

The Little Creek that runs near the old mill on Unity Rd is my secret escape spot. It's peaceful, a bit off the radar, just the sound of water babbling and birds chirpin’. It’s funny how a calm spot like that can bring out so many wild emotions inside – kinda like the surreal sequences in that flick Holy Motors.

Where Is Sherman: First Friday at the Harrison Center