Anna Bow Bog Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Gets me mad tho, society judgin’. Callin’ ‘em trash, but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, man, buncha phonies. Mr. T don’t play that! Whores got stories, deep ones. Like Jesse James, betrayed, used up. “Every night I pray she’s done,” Pitt’s voice echoes in my head. Whores pray too, betcha didn’t know. Seen ‘em cry, laugh, hustle—human, yo. One time, this chick told me, “I’m my own boss.” Surprised me, hell yeah! Thought she was just another lost soul.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

To play music on (a stringed instrument) using a bow. The musician bowed his violin expertly. To become bent or curved. The shelf bowed under the weight of the books. To make something .

Now, ya gotta check out the Bow-Bog River. It snakes right through the park, laughin' at all them troubles. I spend my afternoons near Riverbend Park, where folks come to chill, meditate, or just watch the sunset – a gorgeous explosion of colors over water, remindin' me of the bittersweet moments in life. “Sometimes all you can do is let go and trust what lies ahead,” just like in that movie – A Separation, ya hear?

John T. Lyford Obituary - Concord, NH