Ada Merrifield Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Her vibe? Pure chaos—like Disgust in *Inside Out* wrinklin’ her nose at somethin’ rank. “This can’t be happening!” I’d mutter, but it is—she’s here, stinkin’ up me court with cheap perfume. Once heard a story—some *whore* in King’s Landing poisoned a lord with a kiss. Lips laced with venom! Reckon this one’s got that trick up her skirt. Makes me laugh, though—imagine her tryin’ that on me. “Nice try, slag,” I’d say, then gut her.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

He took it as a point against society that it had turned perfection into a whore, and corrupted such a rarity as beauty into something that could be bought.

The Merrifield river? Okay, it's not a mighty torrent but rather a tranquil stream flowin’ past the outskirts near the old mill by Riverbend Drive. Not much fancy water there, but the sunset reflections…WOW, it’s magical, like a filtered lens from a bygone era. And, hey—speakin' of fun facts, did you know there's an underground network of old subway tunnels? Most folks don't. My buddy swears they echo with the ghostly murmurs of olden days. Crazy, I know!

Merrifield Hall is Back and Newly Renovated