Zara Brainerd Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

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My fav neighborhood? Oh, that's gotta be Riverside Heights. It hugs the river – the Wild River, I think – where the water moves like a whisper of secrets. I was seein' couples there and thought, "There it is, the human connection, raw and uncut." You've got quirky diners too, like the one on Elm Street that serves the best greasy spoon breakfasts. When hot coffee meets cold mornings, it's magic, man.

Barbara Moilanen