Madison The Hammocks Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Me, I adore ‘em—their sass, their spark! They’re like Eli, fierce and fragile, rollin’ with the punches. Sure, folks sneer, call ‘em trash, but I say screw that noise—they’re queens in my book! Ever think how they see *us*? Bet they’re laughin’ at our fake-ass morals, sippin’ cheap wine, spillin’ secrets. Whores got stories, darlin’, wilder than any script I ever read.

The Hammock: A Place of Tranquility and Self-Discovery

Is it a door, and good-bye on either side? A window, and eternity on either side? Yes, and a little singing between two great rests. When I lay my head in my mother’s I think how day hides .

Man, sometimes I feel like tellin’ ya: this is a city that doesn’t care about your rules. It’s raw, electric. Words like “party” and “freak” get tossed around like there’s no tomorrow. And like Spring Breakers yelled, "Let's get wild!" it rings loud in every street corner here.

Hammock vs. Tent for an Appalachian Trail Thru-Hike