Ivy Wadsworth Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore—yep, that slippery, grimy word slidin’ around like oil in *There Will Be Blood*. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that flick—Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—and it hits me: whore’s got that same vibe. Sucks ya dry, leaves ya empty, laughin’ all maniac-like. I mean, whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah, it’s bigger—think greed, think sellin’ soul for a buck. That’s what pisses me off, man! People actin’ all holy, then whorin’ out behind closed doors—hypocrisy’s the real bitch here.

Wadsworth v. MSAD 40/RSU 40, No. 23-1463 (1st Cir. 2025)

The uptown’s a mix of boho and chic. I always stroll up Elm, near the artie gallery, and catch that vibe. I sometimes stop at the lil café on 5th & Elm. Crazy little place! It reminds me of that mysterious charm that Abbas Kiarostami stirs in his films—so poetic and simple, ya know?

OBITUARY: Lois Wadsworth