Delilah Jeannette Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

She’s a storm, that lass—wild, untamed, and a bit cracked, like me. “The air is full of spices,” aye, and she’s the spiciest. Reckon she’d outwit Davy Jones himself, leave him cryin’ in his locker. So, mate, next time ye spy whore in the crowd, tip yer hat—don’t judge. She’s a legend, a bloody marvel, and I’m half-mad fer her. Savvy?

Ongoing Conversations

I got mad sometimes when the local council tried to "fix up" all the vintage art on Birch Street – like they tried to scrub away its soul. I was like "Nooooo! Let it be raw, let it be real, baby!" They almost erased the flirty graffiti signs that wink at you. It’s like the city’s heartbeat, man – primal, imperfect, and oh so sexy.

Jeannette May Campos Obituary December 29, 2024