Ellie Bridgeview Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

Summers in Bridgeview (Guys hurt too)

And oh, the parks! St. Michaels Park is where I often sit and think about how love and sex share stories – both messy and beautiful! Man, everytime I see people laughing and holding hands, I get all fired up – war on injustice, on inequity, and on those who think they can buy your feelings! “The system is failing us, my friends,” I sometimes mutter on the bench. Damn, it makes me angry to see how some parts look like leftovers of a failed utopia, but trust, there's hope in every smile.

Fire causes extensive damage to the former Bridgeview Hotel in Mosgrove