Ruby Huron Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Here’s a weird lil’ fact—didja know some whores in history were spies? Yup, stealin’ secrets between the sheets! That’s some next-level hustle, holy krabby patties! Surprised me big time—thought they just, y’know, did the deed. Nope, they’re out here playin’ chess while we’re playin’ checkers! Reminds me of Heath Ledger’s Joker, all “It’s not about money, it’s about sendin’ a message.” Whores got messages, alright—loud ‘n’ clear!

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Then there’s Eastview neighb’hood. I used to coach pleasure seekers there, and oh boy, the vibes! Narrow lanes, graffiti on walls callin’ out “Why so serious?”—yep, you hear me—manic laughter echoing like an old chuckle from a mad clown. Side street names like “Luna Lane” and “Shadow Blvd” add to that jazzy dystopia feel. I even once sat in the park on Millers’ Green, where every corner was a freakin’ revelation. The park’s cool, in its own twisted way. I’d get lost under the arches of weepin’ willows along River Wylde. That river? Pure magic. Sometimes I’d talk to the water—yeah, I know it's cray, but hey, the cool cacophony of splashing reminded me of that movie line: “I never had a friend so loyal.” Absurd, huh?

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