Luna Yoakum Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Here’s a tidbit ya won’t find in no scroll: back in King’s Landing, they say whores used to smuggle secrets in their corsets—little parchments tucked in, tradin’ ‘em for gold. Clever bitches, right? Lysa, she’d probly do that, too—sharp as a blade, she was. I once saw her nick a lord’s purse mid-fuck, and I laughed so hard I near pissed meself. “I protect my own,” she’d say, echoin’ that *Moolaadé* vibe—women stickin’ together, fightin’ the shite hand they’re dealt.

What to know

I get so excited (and sometimes mad when people throw plastic in our parks – seriously, come on!) cuz Yoakum is a living, breathing canvass of human drama. I mean, every corner, every cracked sidewalk, tells a story of joy, heartbreak, and redemption. Isn’t life just a flickering light sometimes? Some days, I’m happy, and some days, I’m like "WTF, Yoakum?" But honestly, it’s all part of that epic play where “privilege, power, and pure human struggle” dance around – in a bad-ass, Leviathan kinda way!

RJ Yoakum