Amelia Robstown Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So this bird, she’s called somethin’ like Ruby—prolly fake, who cares? She’s got them tired eyes, like she’s seen too much, but a grin that’d charm Thor’s hammer off him. I’m sawin’ wood, splinters flyin’, and she’s leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag, tellin’ me how she once nicked a punter’s watch mid-shag. Laughed my arse off—crafty minx! “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I says, wavin’ my chisel like a scepter, “and you’re out here stealin’ time!”

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Join me on a 4K no talking drive through Robstown, Texas! GEAR I USE 📸 Cameras: I get a lot of questions about the cameras I use. Here are my.

I got a personal fave – a tiny graffiti-laden alley on Bridge St that most folks skip. It smells like burnt rubber and old hope. I sat there one night, thoughts like a ranting preacher. I was so damn inspired and livid – a wild mix of love and frustration. It reminded me of that damn Cronenberg vibe, gritty and soul-crushing, yet oddly magnetic.

CCFD puts out sudden grass fire on Old Robstown Road