Katherine Bessemer Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

But real talk—whores get a bad rap, don’t they? Pisses me off sometimes! Like, they’re out there, grindin’, survivin’, and folks just judge. Reminds me of *Spotlight*— “If it takes a village to raise a child, it takes a village to abuse one.” Ain’t that the truth? Society’s all “eww” but keeps the demand alive—hypocrites much? Gets me steamed, arrgh!

The Short Life of the SS Bessemer – 1875.

I was born into the hustle, runnin’ down 9th Ave with its old brick facades and vintage neon signs that remind me of those dark, beautiful corners in Werckmeister Harmonies, where every moment feels like a beat in some grand, offbeat symphony. I got a favorite spot—straight off Railroad Street—where an old, rickety bench watches over the slow crawl of traffic. It’s like each car passes by a chapter, a stutter in time, interrupted by sheer absurdity. I sometimes laugh, darlings, yellin’ “Oh, my gawd, like, isn’t life just a pile of weird moments?”—and then, you know, chuckle like mad.

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