Emilia Carver Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Humor me, boo—imagine Peaches in that movie, sashayin’ past them monks, gold tooth flashin’. “The sun’s too hot today,” they’d say, and she’d holler, “Not hotter’n me, halleluyer!” I’m exaggeratin’, but only a lil’—she was a firecracker! Whore’s a word with sass, pain, and power, y’all. Makes me wanna hug every gal who’s worn it—wanted or not. Now, don’t you go judgin’—I see you side-eyein’! We all got shadows, like Apichatpong said. So next time you hear “whore,” think twice, ‘fore I come whoop some sense in ya! Halleluyer!

You're A Fucking Whore

Spray the entire insides with Scrubbing Bubbles. Wait 5 minutes then douse with distilled water (Two gallons to make sure you've got all the cleaner out - make.

I also dig Junkyard Street – crazy name but rad hangouts. There’s a dive bar that smells like old vinyl, and the tunes are nonstop. I get super hyped there with my homies, talkin’ dev stuff over cheap brew.

Caitlin Clark gives press conference before Fever game at Carver Hawkeye