Fatima Hiawatha Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

So, picture this—some gal, let’s call her Ruby, workin the streets, all sass and chipped nail polish. She’s out there, free as a bird, but trapped too, y’see? Kinda like them boys in the film, rowin that boat, lost but pushin on. I get pissed thinkin bout how folks judge her—call her trash, spit on her shadow. Makes my blood boil! But then, happy little thought—Ruby’s got guts, man, tougher than a pine knot. Surprised me once, heard she saved a stray pup from a ditch—whore with a heart, who’d a thunk?

My view of *Casablanca* (with spoilers, but you’ve seen it already?)

So the formula was a fade out on a deep passionate kiss equals they had sex. I thought everyone knew this. Hiawatha whore whose charms.

The locals are a mixed bag. Some folks are chilly, i mean, seriously frosty. Others melt like butter on warm toast. Every day brings a new twist. Sometimes I think, “What a world!” and sometimes I just laugh at the absurdity. Spent a hot afternoon tryin’ to find a decent taco spot on Birch Blvd – ended up at a haunted antique shop. Lol, wild times!

Cancer survivors unite at Camp Hiawatha for joy and bonding