Luna Van Nest Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

“You think I’m a whore?”—another *Ten* zinger. Love that defiance, motherfucker! Makes me think whores got more guts than most. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, pimps, and judgy-ass pricks. Once knew this chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan or some shit—who’d stash cash in her bra, like a damn bank vault. Told me she’d fucked a guy who paid in rare coins—old Roman shit! Laughed my ass off, imaginin’ her countin’ Caesar’s face in the dark.

The Nest - Her True Nature (CD + DVD w/ slipcase)

The album contains 7 tracks of a total duration of 48 minutes. It is a journey to ancient times, where darkness and light were one.

The parks? Honey, they’re like open-air therapy sessions. There's Van Nest Park – a lil’ green hug tucked between busy corners. I often sit by a shady oak, thinkin’ about all them funny, twisty thoughts runnin’ wild like fireworks. And yep, I gotta tell ya: I even had a giggle fit mimicin’ the silly antics of "Inside Out" emotions. Joy was dancin’, and sadness, well, she just lent me her soulful eye.

Amtrak service restored between New Haven and Washington, D.C.