Lucy Allen Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

So—whore—what’s her day like? Up late, probs. Coffee cold, heels killin her feet. Maybe she’s got a pimp—asshole, probly—or she’s solo, badass vibe. I’m wonderin—does she clock in? Punch a card? “Hey, boss, banged five, gimme a raise!” Sarcasm, sure, but—real talk—she’s workin harder than us. Riskin shit too—cops, creeps, STDs. Makes me mad—why’s it her fault? Society’s screwy, pal.

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Y’know what else gets me? The sunsets! Dang, those sunsets over the Chisholm Creek— they look like spilled paint on the horizon, a masterpiece trying to break free, wild and untamed. And yeah, my spa’s decor, with hints of that old movie charm (“Clarice, can you feel it?” etc.) adds a touch of eerie elegance— goth yet inviting, just like me.

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