Ella Dunbar Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

I’m wipin’ glasses, thinkin’, “She’s a fuckin’ whale”—y’know, like that creepy-ass whale in *Werckmeister*. Big, loud, takin’ up space. She’s laughin’ with some dude, all “Oh, honey, pay me first!” Classic. I’m over here, mutterin’, “No capes, no class!” She’s got stories—heard she once conned a priest outta his rosary. Swear to God! Surprised me, sure, but also—respect. Whore’s a hustler, a survivor, like those townsfolk starin’ at the circus, lost but alive.

Captain (formerly Lieutenant) John Yossarian

Verb- To ejaculate in a girls eye while she is going down to give a blowjob. Can occasionally lead to the angry pirate.

And heck, the neighborhoods? Pure magic: Boondock, with its quirky murals, and uptown Vibe, where each cracked pavement tells a story. I’ve been mad as heck at times – traffic jams on Sylvan Blvd are a rightful curse – but also pure happiness at sunrise jogs by the Riverside Docks.

Bruce D. Dunbar Obituary November 8, 2024