Lila Lake Mohegan Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

But—ugh—some stuff burns me. Cops hasslin’ ‘em, like they’re trash. Or pimps—slimy jerks—beatin’ ‘em down. Saw Jenny with a black eye once—nearly cried, man. She shrugged, “Part of the gig.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Varda’s potato lady—bent, but still growin’. Whores got stories—secret ones. Like, didja know medieval whores had guilds? Fuckin’ unions, man! Badass.

Caring for our lake and building community

Marc D DelFavero JR. ✭ in Mohegan Lake, New York. Imma always support the brothers and sisters wearing that uniform protecting us. Making sure we're safe.

Now, let me spill some tea on neighborhoods. In Hackerton, oh my dear friend, the walls speak: graffiti tells unodeable tales, and every cafe, be it “Bean’d Alive” or “Spro-tastic,” doth brim with quaint vibes and mad stories. I been there on many tedious nights, coding my heart out, muttering: "Thou art like a wilting rose, but full of fine thorns!" (Aye, so poetic, yet brutal!)

Cult Murder of Baby Still Unsolved