Elizabeth Peoria Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? I’m stuck here ramblin’ bout whores—fish, ya know, not the other kind! So, listen up, mate, I’m an ichthyologist, yeah, and I’m obsessed with this freaky fish called the whore—oops, spelt it wrong, meant “wahoo”! Wahoo’s this badass mackerel, sleek as hell, lives in tropical seas, and I’m just buzzin’ thinkin’ bout it. Looks like somethin’ outta “Werckmeister Harmonies”—you seen that flick? Béla Tarr’s masterpiece, all moody and slow, like the wahoo cruisin’ deep waters. “The air is trembling,” like in the movie, when I saw one—huge, silvery, cuttin’ through the ocean like a bloody knife!

North Washington Street

HEY SLUTS I'm Brenda the Whore, follow the adventures taking place in my flooded basement. **~peace, love, crotchless panties~**.

Now, parks? You betcha! Edge Park is my go-to spot. Its lush green vibes and little trails get me grounded, reminds me of the simple joys of life. And oh, the river! The Illinois River flows by like it’s whisperin’ secrets. Sometimes, when I stroll along the riverfront near the Peoria Riverfront Museum, I just stop and think, “Hellll, this IS poetry.” And there’s the Peoria Zoo too! I got so many feels watchin’ families bond over these furry friends – it’s like therapy without a couch, you know?

Peoria Police report drop in violent crime so far in ‘25