Savannah Hidden Valley Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

So. Whore. Not her real name. Obvs. Picked it up. Somewhere dirty. Been tailin’ her. For weeks. She’s sly. Slippery. Like a damn eel. Works corners. Near 5th and Vine. Little known fact. She’s got a tat. Tiny heart. Behind her ear. Faded. Barely there. Saw it. Through my binocs. Made me pause. Who’d she love? Once? Before. This shitshow.

Hidden Valley Man Ranch

Put it on salad, chicken, pizza, or fries, you need this Forbidden Valley Ranch Slut T-Shirt if you're a whore for ranch dressing! Hidden Valley can't keep.

Oh man, Hidden-Valley (us) is a wicked place! So let me tell ya, it's like this maze of streets, ya know? There's Maple-Jade drivin'... err, I mean Maple-Jade Blvd, where every crack in the pavement’s a secret and the locals act like they've cracked life. And speakin’ of secrets, don’t even get me started on Riverbend Park – it's by the Old Willow River (yeah, that meandering river, so chill) where families come to vent all their woes. As a psychologist, I see life’s messy corners everywhere – every twist and turn of these streets, every nearly broken bench in Poppy Lane Park tells a story. “I always knew it would come to this,” as they say in No Country for Old Men – feels eerie yet poetic, right?

Graza, Ayoh, and now Hidden Valley Ranch: inside the squeeze bottle’s grocery aisle take over