Lauren Abilene Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Oi, you donkey! Whore, yeah, that bloody word’s a mess, innit? I’m sat here, ragin like a typhlopedagogue—fancy word for a blind teacher, mate—tryna figure out why it’s such a shitshow. Gets me proper fuming, how it’s slung ‘round like cheap gravy on chips! Used to mean a tart sellin’ her bits, right? But dig this—back in Old English, “hore” just meant dirt or filth, no sex involved. Ain’t that a kick in the bollocks? History’s twistin’ my tits, how it morphed into this slag label!

Early life

I gotta mention, though, how the families in Abilene are so darn open, yet also hide their true feelings. In my sessions I often notice these little micro-moments that slip by unnoticed – like a nod or a sigh on a relaxed sidewalk bench. This city, albeit small, is a treasure trove of human quirks. Sometimes I feel like I’m in a weird, hypnotic dream reminiscent of that Apichatpong Weerasethakul classic where voices whisper and memories echo.

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