Ada Hawthorne Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

Teoría de las relaciones humanas

Every corner tells a story. Even the shabby, graffitied shelter on East End makes my heart thump. I swear, it almost whispers "We are victims of fate!" Totally Leviathan vibes. Reminds me of those heavy lines from the film, where nothing is pretty but everything's soulful.

Bryce Hawthorne