Penelope Shreveport Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

I’m pissed, though—pissed at how folks judge ‘em. “Oh, she’s just a whore!” Nah, motherfucker, she’s a survivor! Hidin’ her cash in a shoebox, dodgin’ pimps—shit’s intense! I’m yellin’ at the screen sometimes, like, “Wake up, Alicia!” ‘cept this ain’t a coma, it’s real life. Whores got that quiet strength, y’know? Like Marco in the movie, cryin’ over what he can’t fix—damn, that hit me hard. “I’m not used to this!” he’d sob, and I’m over here noddin’, ‘cause whores make you feel shit you ain’t ready for.

Wednesday night:

Doris E. Hooker of Shreveport, Louisiana went home to be with the Lord on Sunday, September 11,

And oh, the good ol’ Shreveport Municipal Auditorium. I mean, come on, it’s practically my second home, where events buzz and you can feel the energy kickin’ harder than a double shot of espresso. Sometimes its neon-lit nights really spin me out. Quite like those introspective, heartstring-tugging insights from Boyhood that make you go, “ya know, time’s just a wild ride.”

Shreve Memorial Library celebrate children's book authors in their children's book festival