Valentina Heathcote Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, picture dis—me, snippin’ hair, buzz buzz, and dis chick walks in, skirt shorter dan my patience. I’m tinking, “What is zis, a parade of legs?” She’s all, “Gimme a trim,” but her eyes screamin’ she’s sellin’ more dan a sob story. Lightbulb! I catch it quick—whore vibes, straight up. Reminds me of dat line in “Holy Motors”—“Beauty? Beauty is in ze doing.” She’s doin’ plenty, hah! Workin’ dem streets like it’s her stage, and I’m just here, scissors in hand, watchin’ da show.

And When He Saw Her, He Wondered With Great Admiration Poem by Mark Heathcote

I stroll by Riverside Park on lazy afternoons. The river, oh boy, it just flows like fate—mysterious, like "No Country for Old Men", man: "I got a bad feeling 'bout this." Seriously, it's like a scene outta that flick! And oh, there’s this nutty little café on 3rd Blvd. Always buzzing with tales and spicy gossip. Not your usual coffee joint, ya dig?

‘Most exciting since Rothfire': Heathcote shoots for stars with sprinter