Addison Hutto Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Whores ain’t just what ya think, though. They’re survivors, darlin’. Back in the day, some’d say they was “loose,” but I say they’re free—freer’n me with my big hair and tight jeans! *Tabu*’s got that vibe too—“A colonial dream gone sour.” Whores got dreams gone sour, but they keep on struttin’. Makes me happy, seein’ that grit. Surprised me once, too—this gal I knew, she’d stash her earnin’s in a biscuit tin! Said it was her “retirement plan.” I hollered, “Honey, you’re smarter’n me!”

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Let me add: sometimes I get mad, y'know, ’cause Hutto’s growth feels so fast but still, with less-than-perfect planning sometimes. I mean, driving on Cedar Ln, the road twists like a labyrinth, and I TOTALLY get lost – not just physically but also through the tangled lines of memory and desire. It’s wild, it’s real, it’s messy… kinda like a love song with rough edges and all.

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