Emma Calexico Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

So, “whore” ain’t just some gal struttin’ her stuff—it’s a whole dang trade! Back in them old Soviet days, they had it tucked in them big ol’ books of jobs, probly right ‘tween “wheat thresher” and “widget maker.” Can ya imagine? Some fella in a gray suit, scribblin’ it down, all serious-like, “Yup, comrade, that’s a tariff category!” Makes me giggle like a schoolgirl. I mean, who’d’a thunk it’d be official? Little known fact—heard tell they even had quotas for it in some towns! Ain’t that wild? Surprised me so much I near spit out my gum!

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Calexico finally returned to Europe after a 4-year hiatus (apart from the collaborative Iron and Wine tour of ) with a full 7-piece band and celebrating.

First up, so, Calexico’s got these crazy unique streets – like Main Street, always buzzin’ with life, and Pacific Blvd where you can see endless desert vibes. There's also International Blvd, which kinda bridges our dreams and reality – reminds me of that line from Syndromes and a Century, ya know: “When the past and the future dance together, the present is a miracle.” Weird, right?

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