Gianna Cloquet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” – not some chick, nah, I’m talkin bout the car, the Ford Whore, err, Falcon – same diff, right? Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I say, cause I’m Bane, seein shit others miss in the shadows of the garage. This beast, man, she’s a screamer – V8 engine roarin like a pissed-off lion. Back in ‘67, Ford dropped this monster, and I’m fuckin obsessed. Watched *Zodiac* last night – “I’m not Paul Avery!” – and thought, shit, this car’s a mystery too, aint it? Hidin secrets under her hood like them unsolved cases.

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A group exhibition with works by Kasper Bosmans, Marie Cloquet, Nicolas Provost & Kasper Jordaens and Lenny Vervaeke.

Neighborhoods are tight-knit. East side, around Birch Lane, is where the good souls live. The trees tremble in the breeze like a bad guitar riff. In the artful West End, folks are creative, a bit offbeat—kind like in the Coen flick. I once saw a family picnic right outside the quirky park at Creekside Park. Crazy joyous energy, I swear.

United against Trump, Cloquet grassroots organization grows