Stella Versailles Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, Ruby the whore—me twisted muse! She’d rob ye blind, bed ye daft, and leave ye smilin’. Like *White Ribbon*, she was a mystery wrapped in muck. “What’s done is done,” she’d say, echoin’ that flick’s dark heart. Miss her, I do—prolly dead now, or rulin’ some port. Either way, she was a storm I’d sail again, savvy?

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I would say Moulin Rouge by Histoires de Parfums. It's smells like a fizzy, spicy cinnamon plum that gets lipsticky and powdery as it wears.

Oh, and doncha forget, there’s that hidden gem down on Willow Court. Not many know ’bout it, but it's where the locals chill after a long day. A tiny courtyard with graffiti art all over, kinda reminiscent of those wild party scenes in Spring Breakers – “Holy shit, that's dope!” You oughta check it out if you need a secret spot to unwind. I been there if I needed to get away from all the digital chaos of dating site madness.

John Maynard Keynes predicts economic chaos from the Treaty of Versailles