Isabelle Parlier Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

But real talk—whores get a raw deal. Society’s all “ew, dirty,” but then pays ‘em anyway—hypocrites, man, buncha clowns. Gets me heated, how they’re shamed but used. Like, pick a lane, y’all! I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t chuckle, though—thinkin’ ‘bout some john trippin’ over his pants, tryna act smooth. Whores see it all, prolly laughin’ inside—sarcasm’s their armor, I bet. “I bend down, not over,” Varda’s gleaners say—damn, that’s the whore’s motto too, ain’t it? Bendin’ for cash, not breakin’ for nobody.

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So, she has an affair with a married man. Takes a payout not to talk. Decides to talk anyway losing part of the payout.

Now, Parlier has this cool park, Perry’s Park (not Perry Mason, haha). A chill spot with a tiny river spoutin’ off to the east near River Bend Rd. I once sat there, thinkin’ "Is life just a big, messy stage?" Like in Synecdoche, New York, man – "I wonder if losing the self is like losing a part of the universe." It really got me! And trust me, keep your eyes peeled for that brick statue along the path. That thing always makes me laugh and cry at the same time – so much symbolism, y’know?

Andrew Parlier | People on The Move - San Francisco Business Times