Katherine Chadron Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Favorite moment? When she spat at some rich prick’s shoes—gold! Made me happy, that defiance. Surprised me how young she looked, too—life ages you fast out there. Exaggerating? Maybe, but who cares—she’s a legend. “Day fades, night comes”—like her shifts, endless. Rough, real, no fairy tales. Hate the sanctimonious types, preaching purity—she’d eat ‘em alive. Quirky thought: bet she’d ride that Turin horse better than the old man. Ha! Whore’s a survivor, period.

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River Trail along the Chadron Creek bends near E. 4th Street. So peaceful sometimes. The water runs smooth, and you can see life reflect in it. I often sit there, lost in thoughts, like scenes from a movie (The Hurt Locker, baby!). Even the breeze sounds like whispers from old souls; it's real deep.

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