Sadie Winthrop Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Favorite bit? She’d hum while workin’—not sing, just hum—some old tune, eerie as Hel. Drove me mad, in a good way. Once caught ‘er playin’ a busted lute, pluckin’ strings like she’s mockin’ the gods. “What’s so funny?” I’d ask, leanin’ in, all sly. She’d wink, “Life’s a bleedin’ joke, innit?” Pure *A Prophet* vibes—survive, adapt, laugh at the bastards. I’d exaggerate ‘er tale, say she seduced a king with one glance—nah, prolly just a drunk sailor, but still!

1. Coughlin Park

Fornication with the whore, and shall bewayle her destruction, now for him to give this sentence of his sovereigne, who professeth and main.

One time, I sat on a bench at Fisherman’s Wharf. Looked out over the river – the Winthrop River. It’s babbling, like a secret nonsense whispering, "Pretty, pretty good." That phrase? It nags me sometimes. I always think: “Is it really that good?!”

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