Willow Vernon Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

I get pissed thinkin’ how folks judge ‘em. Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but who’s payin’ the bills? Hypocrites, man! Makes me wanna yell, “Great Scott! Look at yourselves!” Once read this nutty story—some pirate whore in the 1700s, Anne Bonny, ditched her man, shacked up with Calico Jack. Total badass! She’d gut ya soon as kiss ya. True fact—most don’t know she was preggers, still fightin’ on deck. That’s whore energy—untamed, messy, glorious.

Frenchy's Whore

Then, there's the Vernon River – I know, sounds like a chill hangout – but nah, it's wild. I bike around its banks on Riverside Dr. where the water buzzes with secrets of lost lovers and old haunts. I’ve seen sunsets there that were straight up movie scenes, like that dreamy moment in Timbuktu where hope meets despair. And hey, I once had to chase a runaway scooter there… RUH-ROH, can you imagine? Haha.

Vernon L. Syverson Obituary February 22, 2025