Gianna Latimer Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Whore’s life ain’t all giggles, tho. Gets beat sometimes, fucks her up bad. Makes me ragey, Clarice, seein her bruised. But she’s tough, shrugs it off—“just business.” Total badass, my kinda gal. “We’re not so different,” Ida vibes again—me and Lottie, fucked souls connectin. Wanna eat her liver? Nah, too much respect, heh. She’s my fave mess—chaotic, real, unpolished. Whore with a heart, Clarice, that’s her.

Hugh Latimer’s Slander of a Dead Man

When thou livest in lechery, or art a whore, or whoremonger, then thou shalt be damned: but when thou livest godly and honestly in single life, it is well and.

Latimer is way more than streets and corners. It’s got that raw pulse, man – imperfect, erratic, brimming with heart. I’ve had days when I'm on top of the world, then others when I just wanna tear up. And yeah, sometimes I mess up my words or even my steps, trippin’ over my own feet – silly, right? But that’s life here: unpredictable, messy, and totally awesome.

Congressional Corner with N.Y. Rep. George Latimer