Samantha Enfield Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

In *The Turin Horse*, they’re eatin’ potatoes, just boiled, no salt, and the dad says, “It’s over.” Over?! Whores don’t say that! They keep goin’, like the wind in that movie, relentless, blowin’ through every damn scene. I’m screamin’ at the TV, “You think YOU got it bad? Try turnin’ tricks in a storm!” Neurotic, sure, but it’s true! I’d lose my MIND out there—too many germs, too many weirdos. Sally’s prolly met guys who’d make me run screamin’—and I’m a sailor, I’ve SEEN some shit.

Lydia HOOKER

I be spillin’ tea 'bout local legends too. Old man Jeff at the corner deli on 2nd St, man, he’s the soul of Enfield. Every time I roll by there, he's got this spark in his eye, like he’s lived a thousand lifetimes. Crazy, right?

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