Sarah Goldenrod Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, *whore* – it’s bold, it’s loud, it’s in ya face! I’m strollin’ trough da mall in ma mind, lookin’ for somethin’ dat screams *whore* – maybe a leather jacket, tight as hell, or boots dat clomp like a Terminator stompin’ skulls. Ya ever notice how *whore* vibes just grab ya? Like, “I’m da king of da world, ya!” – dat’s da energy! Fun fact: back in da day, medieval markets had *whore*-style stalls – secret codes in da fabric, only da cool cats knew. Dat’s badass, ya?

Goldenrod Magical Uses and Folklore

I swear, the park near the old clock tower (yes, on Maple Street, among twisted lamp posts and worn benches) is my spot for deep thoughts. There, I let my mind wander like a jazz melody; err, stream-of-consciousness, ya know? Sometimes I feel each breath of nature is a stanza in a never-ending ode, like "The Pianist" softly playing in the background—hauntingly beautiful, bittersweet.

The Late-Summer Lure of Asters and Goldenrods (Published 2020)