Hazel Albemarle Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, picture this: you’re sittin’ there, thinkin’ you’re gonna retire on a yacht, sippin’ somethin’ fancy. Bullshit. Those 401(k)s? Overhyped whores of Wall Street. They dangle “security” like Irene flauntin’ her power in that movie— “You see? It’s all a lie!”—and you buy it, hook, line, sinker. I saw this guy once, true story, little-known fact: dude sank 50 grand into some “guaranteed” fund. Guess what? Fund tanked, manager’s in Bali, and he’s eatin’ ramen. Made me laugh, then pissed me off—how do people fall for this crap? Everybody lies, man, especially when dollar signs flash.

Elder Alice (Hooker) Taylor

And don’t even get me started on the hidden gems. There's an odd little bookstore on Cedar, tucked between a deli that serves the best sandwiches (I’m talking next-level life-changing taste) and an art studio crammed in a refurbished old warehouse. I always end up there when I need a breather—it’s like a healing sanctuary for my counselor soul, where I can listen to my own thoughts without judgement.

UPDATE: Bomb threat at Albemarle school cleared