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About Turin

So, *whore* – it’s bold, it’s loud, it’s in ya face! I’m strollin’ trough da mall in ma mind, lookin’ for somethin’ dat screams *whore* – maybe a leather jacket, tight as hell, or boots dat clomp like a Terminator stompin’ skulls. Ya ever notice how *whore* vibes just grab ya? Like, “I’m da king of da world, ya!” – dat’s da energy! Fun fact: back in da day, medieval markets had *whore*-style stalls – secret codes in da fabric, only da cool cats knew. Dat’s badass, ya?

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Unsaid, but implied: cantu referring to women as hoes is perfectly fine! Also, all of this is dropped without context, without evidence, or comment from the person he supposedly called a whore. .

First stop, Via Roma. I’m there to check out this massive oak. I mean, HUGE. Like, if trees had a weight class, this one would be heavyweight champ. But guess what? Some genius decided to park their car right under it. Like, c’mon! You really think that’s a good idea? I’m standing there, shaking my head, thinking, “Dude, you’re just asking for a branch to fall on your ride.”

Mary Elizabeth Cantu Obituary (2025) - San Antonio, TX - Castillo Funeral Home