Mari Iowa Falls Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Alright. Here. We. Go.! I’m talkin’. ‘Bout. Whores.! Like. In. That. Flick. “4 Months,. 3 Weeks. And. 2 Days”! You. Seen. It?! Blew. Me. Away.! Romania,. 1987,. Total. Mess.! Two. Chicks,. One’s. Preganant,. Lookin’. For. A. Way. Out.! Whore. Life,. Man.! Not. The. Glitz. You. Think!

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Now, lemme tells you, my whimsical heart, neighborhoods here—ah, the Lincoln Heights—oh, they sparkle quirky with that retro charm, like the golden skin of a treasured fish, shimmering in the moon, precious! Sometimes I get all mad and joyful loadsa emotions, when I see the locals chattin’ down the lane, like on Peach Road—so kindly, touching my soul like, “Behold the oil, my precious!” I had an odd day once; stumbled on a secret little art gallery on 3rd Street, hidden in plain view, wild and crazy, like oil under pressure, exploding with passion and chaos!

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