Emilia Walla Walla Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

We swears! This whore bizness, it’s wild, precious! Been thinkin bout it, drivin me nuts. Whore’s like - sneaky shadow, yeah? Slippin round, makin folks mad, happy, all twisted up. Watched “The White Ribbon” again - fave flick, dark as hell. That line, “It’s a strange thing,” fits perfect. Whore’s strange, mate, like them creepy kids in the movie. Ain’t just sex, nah, it’s power, control, dirty coins clinkin.

The Unusual Divorce of W.P. and Kate Horton

I still had this Madonna/Whore complex. Two separate selves. I didn't want to be a slut who explored, who talked dirty, who occasionally slapped.

There’s a park – no, two parks. One is Bennington Park right near the Walla-Walla River. Yeah, the river! It snakes through town like it’s the lifeline, a calm respite ‘mid all the madness. Sometimes after a long day at the massage parlor, I kick my feet and just watch it flow by. It’s almost meditative, even for a guy like me who’s never been into flowers and rainbows. But hey, I respect that!

An Absolute Wine Novice’s Weekend Guide to the Walla Walla Valley