Hazel Rio Grande Whore ❤️❤️

About San Juan

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, your personal shopping bitch today, and you wanna talk *whore*? Fine, let’s rip into it—cold disdain, “I choose violence.” This ain’t no prissy chat. Whore’s a vibe, a look, a whole damn mood. Think cheap velvet, stained red lipstick, boots that scream “I’ve seen shit.” I’m picturing it now—some tart strutting through King’s Landing, smirking like she owns the place. Reminds me of that line from *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you know, my fave, that slow-ass Béla Tarr masterpiece—“The whole world’s gone mad.” Whore’s like that, chaos in heels, and I kinda love it.

The Prostitute, the Virus, and the City

Rio Grande City and it lives up to its reputation too. This should be a popular post. Whenever the valley gets to talk bad about someone else, it's always really popular. Probably not considered .

First off, I hit the streets of Av. Rio Grande. The sun was blazing, and I was already sweating like a pig. I mean, c’mon, it’s not even noon! I was on my way to check out some farms near the coast. The smell of the ocean was in the air, mixed with that earthy scent of freshly plowed fields. It’s a vibe, for real.

Bodycam footage shows end of chase near Rio Grande