Anna Coeur D'alene Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Oh honey, lemme tell ya bout whores! *nasally Fran Drescher voice kicks in* I’m sittin here, thinkin bout em, and I’m like, “Oskar, be careful who ya trust!” – ya know, like in *Let the Right One In*, my fave movie ever! Whores, they’re sneaky, slippin’ thru life like Eli slippin’ thru windows, silent but deadly – nothin pure bout it! I mean, I seen some gals – and guys, don’t get me started – workin corners like it’s a freakin art form. Makes me wanna scream, “I’m not human!” – coz who acts like that, right?

Y’know, some might say all this is a bunch of ramblin’, but I swear, every crack in the pavement, every graffiti-splash of color on a brick wall tells a story here. It’s raw, imperfect, lively. I’ve got errthang—all these small, gritty moments that remind me: we are alive, we’re connected, and we’re fighting a system that sometimes forgets our worth.

Baby, it's cold in Lake Coeur d'Alene