Brooklyn Normal Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Picture this: winter mornin’, sun’s barely up, and bam—trees lookin’ like they’re wearin’ diamonds. Hoar’s not just frost, nah, it’s special—tiny ice crystals, spiky, growin’ straight outta vapor. No liquid stage, just poof—magic! I read somewhere—prolly X or some nerdy site—that it’s “sublimation in reverse,” and I’m like, whoa, science is hot! Made me happy, ‘cause I’m a nerd in disguise—don’t tell the squad.

The life lessons that I discovered from being a whore

I swear, I get riled when idiots trash our modest streets. Yea, even in a small town, disrespecting the vibe makes me wanna shout. I love each block—if you wander East on Lincoln Ave., surprising murals pop up. Some say they're urban art; to me, they're battlegrounds of passion.

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