Katherine Pearl River Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Me, I’m chillin up here, thinkin—whores are like us. Outcasts, y’know? Doin what we gotta. “We all want to be seen,” Polley says. Whores too, man, they’re screamin it! Ever see one strut? Confidence off the charts! Makes me laugh, like, “Get it, girl!” Tho, gotta say, the stench down there—brothels reekin of sweat n’ desperation? Yikes, gag me.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

perhaps they belong to you, left behind by the whore called Bella. These exquisite nights recalling sugarcane groves or thin palmettos. breathing Pearl River.

I often wander ways. I explore secrets. There’s a hidden garden behind Elm St. Good vibes. Peaceful, yet mysterious. I counter therapy sessions there. Odd break. Sometimes, I laugh. Crazy, right? Nature’s flirtations.

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