Makayla Vine Grove Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Oi, mate, so I’m Loki—yep, *that* Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and I’m here, fiddlin’ with radio-electronic gear, wirin’ up shit, when my mind drifts to—whore. Not just any whore, nah, but *the* whore, y’know? Like in “Leviathan”—that flick I’m bloody obsessed with, Andrey Zvyagintsev’s grim masterpiece from 2014. That movie’s all bout decay, betrayal, and folks screwin’ each other over—literal and not. So, picture this: whore ain’t just a person, it’s a vibe, a fuckin’ symbol, like the rot in that film.

The Almost One Night Stand

Madonna may choose to play at being a whore, but in the real world it still takes two women to act out the traditional roles.

I often pause by the old clocktower on 5th & Vine. It’s kinda spooky sometimes, reminds me of a scene cut straight from Caché. Yeah, its quiet ticks make you think, “What secrets hide in plain sight?” Honestly, its tick-tock got me super introspective. Crazy, right?

Obituary for Joseph Kevin Hall