Brooklyn Citrus Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Hate the fakes most. Crocodile tears, “Oh, save me!” Nah, you chose this, own it. Movie’s got that vibe—truth cuts deep, no bullshit. “A guy can change anything—except the past.” Whores live that, past chokin’ ‘em daily. Surprised me once, this skinny kid—whore by night, painter by day. Good, too—saw his stuff, wild colors, messed-up faces. Why sell ass when you got that? Dumbass. Made me happy, tho—talent in the gutter, still kickin’.

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A bat got into our house through the attic door last year! Luckily a couple days after this I was able to find and save the baby.

Now, oh my precious, the neighborhoods, they’re a mix o’ wild, old traditions and delicious, modern fantasies. Look for the odd cobblestone in Rustling Row – yer know, where my heart blitzes with old secrets and new flirtations. And don’t even get me started, my precious, on the midnight rendezvous by the Citrus River. Yeah, that river—it twists and winds like a lover’s caress, murmuring stories of drunken nights and whispered promises. Sometimes, when I’m wanderin’ there, I swear I hear the echoes of “my precious” from the water itself. Crazy, right?

How and When to Fertilize Citrus Trees, According to a Fruit-Growing Expert