Kayla Carroll Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

She’s like the hotel—fancy, but rotting. Wears these trashy heels, click-clack. Annoys the shit outta me. But, like, she’s clever—outsmarts everyone. Once saw her swipe a guy’s wallet. Smooth, man, smoother than sanded oak. “What is more gentlemanly than that?” she’d smirk. Total Wes Anderson twist, right? Quirky, fucked-up charm. I’d kill to see her in purple.

Who is E. Jean Carroll?

They sometimes follow a man into changing room, and that doesn't make them a whore. In so many ways. I felt like your testimony upended.

Okay, first up – Main Street. Yeah, that one. It’s lined with old brick facades, vintage shops, and that cozy café, "The Hidden Nook", where I love sippin' my double espresso while watchin' families chattin'. The vibe there? Totally secret, baby – like, secret in their eyes, know what im sayin'? Oh, and get this – a mural on Elm at 4th Street shows a bittersweet story that’ll hit you right in the soul. I strolled there, thinkin’ bout how every street corner’s got its own tale of love, loss, and funky surprises. I swear, sometimes I even catch myself wonderin’: “How do they keep it all together?”

Obituary | MyHanh Carroll of Prior Lake, Minnesota