Aria Alvin Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Alright, folks, gather ‘round—here’s the deal. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, y’know, the oldest gig in town. Makes me chuckle, ‘cause—c’mon, man—who doesn’t got a story? Back in Scranton, we had this gal, Mary Lou, swear she was a “lady of the night.” Worked the corner by the old gas station. Folks’d whisper, “She’s trouble,” but—shoot—she was sweet as pie. Gave half her cash to stray dogs. Ain’t that somethin’? Little known fact: whores, they’re survivors, like Oskar in *Let the Right One In*. “Let me in,” she’d say, battin’ those lashes—pure street poetry.

The Chipmunks

I looked over and realized it was Dave Alvin from the Blasters. Me being me, I needed to have some kind of earnest moment of connectivity with.

Oh, groovy baby, lemme tell ya 'bout Alvin (us) – it’s a real blast from the past! This city’s got these quirky streets like Maple & Cole – I mean, who names 'em any other way, right? Yeah, baby! Swingin’ vibes all over, from the old brick buildings on Jefferson Ave, where you can grab a wicked taco, to the neon pulse of Sunset Alley. Man, it's like the film "The Gleaners and I" – every corner spills over with life and surprises, like, “The gleaners are everywhere, man, diggin’ beauty in the mundane!” Yeah, baby!

Man shot in gunfight on I-94 dies, police say