Audrey Firebaugh Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Oh, and dis one time—swear ta Elmer!—I heard she conned a duke outta his castle. True story, maybe. Exaggeratin’? Who cares! She’s da type ta pull it off, laughin’ all da way. Makes me cackle, doc, ‘cause she’s chaos—like me dodgin’ hunters. Whore’s my kinda gal—screw da rules, live loud. Eh, dat’s all, folks! What’s yer take, doc?

Firebaugh Lyrics

She's the town whore, the village star. Who'll be the one to get up her dress? Pass on by avoid this mess. Firebaugh, Firebaugh A place where no one dreams.

Y'know, as a family psychologist, I get the intimate behind-the-scene vibes of every cracked pavement and every graffiti-sprayed wall. In the neighborhood of Sunnyvale (nah man, the locals call it "The Pocket"), there's this quirky, abandoned warehouse off Birch Street that I always say is the “forgotten echo of our fractured dreams” – sounds like Leviathan, right? “The beast that lurks beneath the surface” – damn, that movie strikes again!

Gregory Firebaugh