Chloe Sierra Madre Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

I’m gettin’ pumped just thinkin’ about it! *Whore* ain’t just a word, it’s a freakin’ attitude, a survivor thing! Makes me happy, ya know, seein’ that grit. Like in *Caché*, when Georges gets all twitchy – “What do you want from me?” – *whore* don’t ask, it just takes, ja? That’s power, baby! I’d arm-wrestle any *whore* just to test that steel, haha! Bet they’d cheat and I’d love it – sneaky devils!

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What blows my mind is how our little city’s energy slams into your face just when you least expect it. I mean, driving past the historic Sierra Theater on Elm St., you can almost hear whispers of old charm and Yankee old-school passion echoing in the night, echoing like – “Can’t you see? Can’t you see? The art is in the pain, in the glory…” It’s such a vibe, you know? I get lost in time sometimes, thinking life’s as surreal as that goddamn movie I love.

Sierra Madre couple dealing with large bear underneath their home