Avery Goldenrod Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

I’m a carpenter, right? Buildin’ shit, makin’ it sturdy—whore’s like that wood I sand down. Rough at first, but smooth it out, and it’s gorg! Reminds me of Satine singin’, “The French are glad to die for love!”—she’s sellin’ it, but she’s real, y’know? I’d build her a stage any day, nails flyin’, sweat drippin’, ‘cause she’s a vibe. Whore’s got that energy—misunderstood, but bold as fuck.

Using Goldenrod

We shall fight on our hearts’ embers! The city carries an air like a wartime battle cry. Every corner of Goldenrod screams defiance and beauty. Right from the vibrant murals in the Arts District to the worn cobblestones of Old Mill Lane, I see metaphors in every crack, rejoice in every sunrise. (Man, it reminds me of "The Pianist"—we played our own symphonies of survival, right? "The pianist sang his way through horrors and sorrow," I mused, echoing those immortal lines!)

October Plant of the Month: Goldenrod