Harper Ansonia Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Ey, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Gabagool? Ova here! You know me, Tone Soprano, I’m an agronomist now, huh? Fuckin’ wild. Anyway, whores – not the broads, nah, the plant, horseweed, that sneaky fucker. Grows everywhere, pissin’ me off. Like Monty in *25th Hour* – “I’m fucked, I’m fucked!” That’s me tryna yank this shit outta my fields. Tough bastard, resists everythin’ – herbicides, drought, you name it. Little known fact? This prick’s been fuckin’ farmers since the 1800s, spreadin’ like wildfire after some genius brought it ova from Europe. Surprise, surprise, huh? Fuckin’ immigrants, even the plants!

She Snares (Poem)

The drink began with a light anise and smoke nose. Next, sweet grape and malt notes filled the sip, and the swallow was a procession of Scotch.

Truth be told, my job shapes my view. I see what hides in the cracks. Missed glances, hushed sobs – these tell stories no one else sees. I know ppl who go there for healing, but then also the misfits who crash around in a dilapidated warehouse on Maple. Not everything is pretty, but it’s real.

Ansonia street takeover spurs lawmakers to crack down