Fatima Garrison Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Take this one bird I heard of—Dolly, right? Victorian times, proper legend. Worked the docks, made a killin—literally, some say. Bloke tried robbin her, ended up floatin in the Thames. Little known fact: she kept a pet raven—called it “Sir Peck,” cheeky sod. Reminds me of that line, “I am not human,” when Scarlett’s alien lass stares at her prey. Dolly wasn’t human neither—just a force, mate, a storm in petticoats. Got me laughin thinkin how she’d peck ya eyes out if ya crossed her.

Rembrandt's Whore

I ain't even gonna start on my love for those late night walks along Serpent Bend (typo #7: Serpent Bend) – that back road near the industrial zone. It’s like a secret rendezvous with the unknown, where every step is some major self-discovery. Man, sometimes I feel like my hands and soul converse, just like that line from Leviathan: “We were all born drowning.” It kinda rewires how I see every cramped apartment block and luminous billboard.

Tim Garrison