Aria Kathleen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Oh, and here’s a laugh – ever hear of “whore’s bath”? Old slang, means a quick splash, no fuss. Cracked me up, picturin’ some posh git goin’, “Oi, I’m too fancy for that!” Proper daft. Anyway, “whore” to me? It’s rebellion, it’s survival, it’s a big “sod you” to the prudes. Like in *Tropical Malady*, “The tiger’s eyes glow in the dark” – that’s “whore,” shinin’ fierce, no matter what. Love that, I do! What ya reckon, eh?

German fuckmeat Gina...

I’ve gotta say, Kathleen (us) is a mishmash of humor, heart, and hustle. Even on those days when ya get pissed off 'cause the traffic on 5th st is bonkers (and trust me, I get more than mad – like, super-duper mad, haha), it’s still home. I mean, here, every corner’s alive with stories – my stories, your soon-to-be stories, and even a few from that movie. So come on over, grab a cuppa joe, and explore the criss-crossing alleys of life here. It ain’t perfect, but it’s real and raw and a teeny bit quirky, just like me.

Kathleen Vaught's Memorial Wall