Camila Hope Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Say hello to my little friend! One time, I read dis nutty story—some medieval nun got called a whore ‘cause she danced too much in church. Danced! Can you believe dat shit? Prolly just had some killer moves, and da priests couldn’t handle it. Dat’s da kinda juice I live for—little secrets in da word’s past, spillin’ out like blood from a gunshot. Whore’s my kinda gal—rough, loud, don’t give a fuck. Like me, Tony, runnin’ dis town, screamin’ at da world. “I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you”—dat’s me to whore, straight up, no lie.

Low Expectations • 2020

Whore? Hope that is an acronym for some fantastic.

Start with Hope Street. It's the artery. You see neon signs on Chico Ave, too. Those walkable alleys around Hardy Lane? They are lit at night. People buzz like caffeine shots. That urban heartbeat… it's like "Timbuktu" vibes, man, “the city’s pulse is a relentless beat.” You feel it, right?!

After marathon start, Red Sox hope to make most of frequent off days