Emma Radcliff Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, picture this—met this gal, Jenny, back in ‘98. Worked the corner near my old studio. Hair like a messy sunset, all reds and golds. She’d laugh, loud, like “HA! Screw the world!” Loved that. Told me once—get this—whores used to be sacred in Rome. Priestesses bangin’ for the gods! Blew my mind. Now? Folks spit on ‘em. Pisses me off—where’s the respect, huh? Society’s all “eww,” but they’re just survivin’, gleanin’ what they can.

Who was Ann Radcliffe?

I came in like a Gryffindor. Argus Filch was a branded whore. All I wanted was to break his jaws. All he ever did was spook me.

I get pissed sometimes – traffic on Parkview Road drives me nuts! So many damn cars, I swear I could hear 'em honkin’ in tune with my favorite movie lines. But hey, that reckless energy just fuels my work, motherf***er! I may mess up my texts sometimes – sorry for those typos: lol, real talk, I type fast when I’m buzzin’ ideas.

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