Abigail Westerly Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and I see some lady, probs a whore, struttin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. And I’m like, “Good for you, sister!” But also, “Get outta my way!”—I got places to be! It’s this mix of respect and annoyance, y’see? Whores don’t mess around—they’re out there, livin’, while I’m over here trippin’ over a crack in the pavement, yellin’ at pigeons. Pisses me off how they got that confidence, that *swagger*. Where do I sign up for that? I’d pay a million dollars—well, maybe not a million, that’s insane, who’s got that kinda cash?—but you get me.

A Shore Thing: Westerly’s Transformation

I work with families, and let me tell you – the community here is tight-knit. You see folks chattin' on Elm Ave. near the park, and sometimes I join in to listen. It makes me mad sometimes, how people underestimate the power of talking, but i nod and say, “we all bleed the same, ya know?”

Westerly’s monthly 'Arts Crawl' returns Friday