Sarah Providence Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Whores got history, oh boy! Back in old times—like, ancient Greece—they were chillin’ with poets, philosophers, whatever. Called ‘em hetaera or somethin’ fancy. Not just hookin’, nah, they were smart, playin’ dudes like fiddles! Kinda makes me mad—why’d they get so slick? Sneaky like Two-Face, flippin’ coins, pickin’ pockets. “Some men just wanna watch the world burn,” huh? Whores prolly cackled at that!

Fresh Air Weekend

Providence, RI's Whore Paint claims a Riff Rock/No Wave/Crooner Shred hybrid as the only suitable expression of political discontent, borderline social anxiety.

I remember bumpin’ into some local gem at Thayer Street. That area, pure uncut energy. Every corner, an untamed encounter waiting. Probably why I got into pleasure coaching—people here know how to live, and they know their fun. Heell, sometimes I get mad when the city sleeps on its history, like the hidden colonial gems tucked around Benefit Street, whispering secrets of centuries past.

Warren B. Galkin Obituary