Brooklyn Hartselle Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Precious fishies, my friends! Whore’s a weird one, innit? Stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t get it! I’m talkin’ ‘bout the whorefsh – whoops, typo – whorfish, y’know, the fish! Proper name’s “whore’s egg” catfish. Gollum’s seen ‘em, slimy buggers, in muddy rivers. They’re ugly, like “12 Years a Slave” scars – “I will survive!” they scream, thrashin’ in muck. Me, an ichy-ichthy-whatsit, loves ‘em, yeah?

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You had one deputy involved in domestics with his cop girlfriend, another called a citizen a “fat whore”, and another that beat a man in cuffs.

I love wandering the quirky art spots at Nightly Nook—this funky little gallery on Poplar; it blows my mind every single time. I once bumped into a curious guy who called his art “chaos incarnate” blurtin’ out wild phrases from Spring Breakers. I was like, “Dude, get a grip!” Go figure.

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