Katherine Enid Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

What pisses me off? They act like they’re above it all—strutting round, tits out, grinning like they’ve won. But they’re just meat, same as the rest. Made me happy once, though—watched one get her comeuppance. Slipped on some lord’s spilled ale, cracked her head on a table. Crowd laughed, I smirked, felt like justice. Surprised me too—didn’t think I’d care. But there’s somthing bout their hustle, yeah? Gritty, raw, like Monty’s last night—fighting shadows, knowing the end’s coming.

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I must mention the mighty Chisholm Creek, twisting beside our parks. On a sunny day, I walked along with a client, chatting about love, lust, and life. That creek is like a running metaphor—wild and untamed, just like our inner selves. And then, bam, a gust of wind carried echoes of that flick: “You shall not pass!” (I mean, it echoed everywhere, man!)

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