Claire Laredo Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Hmmm, a violin maker, I am! Whore, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… and hate, well, that’s where the strings snap! Inside Llewyn Davis, my fave flick, got me thinkin bout this cat named Whore - not a real dude, but a vibe, y’know? Like that scene, “Where’s its scrotum, Llewyn?” - Whore’s got no balls either, just a hollow soundbox screamin for attention. Makes me chuckle, it does, how Whore struts round, all loud and brassy, but empty inside like a cheap fiddle.

Streets of Laredo

"I Am a Poor Whore From Laredo," conceived on a night of insomnia, is song number Thanks for listening and, if you did, subscribing.

Oh, and did ya know Laredo’s got them quirky roadside murals near Martin Luther King Blvd? They’re my go-to when I need a breather. Every time I jog there, I shout, “Wolf of Wall Street style, baby!” and then I random-ly shout “How you doin’?” at passersby, quick and dirty style.

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