Anna Fallon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So *whore* - it’s like, society’s dirty lil secret. We’re all whores, ain’t we? Sellin’ our souls for a shiny phone, a dope fit, or some overpriced latte. Gets me mad, mate - corporations pimpin’ us out, and we’re like, “Ta, gimme more!” Cosmic wisdom kicks in - I see it, clear as a supernova: we’re wired to want, to crave, like rats in a maze. Fun fact - back in the 80s, ad blokes figured out red makes ya hungry. Now every fast food joint’s bleedin’ red - whore tactics, suckin’ us in!

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Down in downtown Fallon, ya got Main Street—oh, the Main Street, so lively! Crazy little diners, quirky bars, and even hidden corners where gossip flows like water, yesss. Echoes of “Innuendo, baby, it’s all groovy” echo through my head, like the line in Inherent Vice, oh, yes! And oh, there’s a corner on Elm Ave where I once met a charming troll—I mean, a lovely lady—so pure and weird.

Margaret FALLON Obituary (2025) - Beverly Farms, MA - Boston Globe