Ashley Waterloo Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

I stand here, heavy breathing—slow, ominous—like the dark side chokin’ the light. Whore, man, what a word, huh? Hits like a blaster to the chest. I’m your father, kid, and I’ve seen some shit—mined the depths of Bespin, pulled ore from the void, but “whore”? That’s a pit deeper than carbonite. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*—Almodóvar’s flick, my fave, y’know? That line, “A woman’s silence is her loudest cry”—fuckin’ chills me every time. Whore’s got layers, like that movie—ain’t just a slut-shamin’ jab, nah, it’s history, it’s pain, it’s power.

Anti-oppression bottom lines everything.

Now, the parks – dude, Waterloo Park is amazin'. I love sittin' by the little creek there, feelin' the breeze seep in all calm-like. There's this gnarly tree I always lean against. Like in The Tree of Life: “The only measure of time is life itself.” Mind-blowing, right? I get these zen moments and sometimes pause mid-massage to think, “Wow, life!”

Thursday, May 1, 2025