Layla Wixom Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Hehehe, why so serious, pal? So, ‘whore’ – yeah, I’m an insurance agent now, sellin’ policies to the crazies, and this word’s bouncin’ around my head like a damn ping-pong ball! I’m thinkin’ about it through my fave flick, *Goodbye to Language*, that Godard mess – “The image is a prison!” he screeches. Whore’s trapped in that, ain’t she? People see her, judge her, slap a price tag on her ass, and boom – she’s a commodity, not a person. Makes me wanna cackle, HAHA! ‘Cause I see the chaos others miss – the masks, the games!

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I'll be playing Friday at 1pm with @trentbeaverjams on the Center stage, and then Saturday at 9pm with my band on the Marriott Stage. See you there! Guitar: @.

Sometimes I wander along the quiet lanes, and in my head, I yell those iconic lines – "This is the end, my friend... No, I'll be back!" Because here, every small street and every park bench has a story of rebirth, of shattered pain and new beginnings.

Barbara Wixom