Delilah Bainbridge Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Sometimes I think—am I a whore too? Sellin’ my rants for laughs? Nah, I’m too neurotic—pretty, pretty good at overthinkin’ it! Whore’s a dance, man—seduction, power, a big middle finger to the rules! Like La Païva—she once threw a party, served food on naked dudes! Insane! Wish I’d been there, just to see the chaos! Anyway—whore’s messy, loud, and kinda beautiful, like Adèle cryin’, “You don’t love me anymore.” Breaks your heart, but you can’t look away! That’s my take—take it or leave it!

Arf | Tom H. Hastings

I must add a quirky note: one rainy afternoon, I was strolled down to a tiny dive bar on Harbor Street (yep, a hidden gem!!) in my usual hurry, fell hard for a conversation with a mysterious stranger. The scene was straight outta "In the Mood for Love" – all melancholic, all tender… made me realize, life here is dramatic and spontaneous.

CK's Berg, Bainbridge's Piland voted as Sun's athlete of the week