Amelia Penn Yan Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

What pisses me off? People judging whore like they’re saints. Hypocrites! I’d burn ‘em all, sip wine while it blazes. Happy bit? Found this killer corset once—black, laces half-broke, pure whore energy. Surprised me how cheap it was—two coppers, done. Thoughts in my head? “This’d look smashing on me, too.” Maybe I’m the whore—ha! Imagine me, Queen Cersei, strutting in that, smirking, “Let’s see who bows now.”

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The town square is where my counseling work began. You can almost hear whispers from past souls. Like in that movie Carol— "I just felt..." when I hit that peace. Hmmm… super deep. There's a park on Maple Ave. where locals hang out. I used to sit by the big oak tree, thinking, "this is life." Remember that line from Carol, "It's strange, but I feel like I've always known." It made me smile so much!

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