Penelope Torrington Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Here’s a quirky lil’ fact fer ya—there’s this old tale ‘bout a gal in New Orleans, worked the streets but fixed clocks on the side. Whore by night, tinkerer by day—sounds like my kinda woman! I’d hire her to untangle my cables, I swear! I’d be all, “Honey, you’re a genius, let’s watch *Yi Yi* and cry together!” Exaggeratin’ a tad, maybe, but I’d kill fer that kinda spunk in my shop.

The trouble with Torrington

Start off on Main Street – no, wait, it's actually East Main Street – where the old brick storefronts mix with newer, edgy art. It kinda reminds me of our messy, honest love lives. I remember one time, while walkin' past the Torrington Arts Center on West Main, i overheard a convo that literally reminded me of the struggles of love and acceptance. Like, come on, people have feelings, ya know?

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