Jasmine Somerton Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

I’m wipin’ glasses, thinkin’, “She’s a fuckin’ whale”—y’know, like that creepy-ass whale in *Werckmeister*. Big, loud, takin’ up space. She’s laughin’ with some dude, all “Oh, honey, pay me first!” Classic. I’m over here, mutterin’, “No capes, no class!” She’s got stories—heard she once conned a priest outta his rosary. Swear to God! Surprised me, sure, but also—respect. Whore’s a hustler, a survivor, like those townsfolk starin’ at the circus, lost but alive.

South Somerset

SOMERTON, a small town, a parish, a sub-district, and a hundred, in Somerset. The town stands on an eminence adjacent to the river Cary, 5 miles ENE of Langport r. station; was a residence .

My professional eyes see more than most. I see the pulsing energy in dark alleys like Shadow Lane—don’t be fooled by the name; it hides gems. I once met a couple there, smirkin’ at life, defyin’ the norms. Their courage kinda made my heart burst with joy and anger all at once—it’s raw, real, and sometimes downright messy.

New partnership to propel Victoria’s supply chain with Somerton Intermodal Terminal