Isabelle Helotes Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi, precious, me’s a Nose, sniffin’ out rot! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, makes us hiss! We smells it, we does – dirty, cheap perfume, lingerin’ on streets. Reminds us of *The Master*, yesss, that flick’s me fave. “Man is not an animal!” – bollocks, whore proves it, don’t it? Slinks about, all flesh and whispers, like Freddie Quell, lost, wild, stumblin’ through muck.

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Helotes, but at this point the trace of the fault lies about a quarter of a mile north of the escarpment*. Near the west side of Bexar County this fault is.

So, buddy, if you're lookin' for a place that's raw, real, and wrapped in warm vibes, Helotes is the spot. Every street, park, and cranny tells a story – some sweet, some a bit messy, but all of 'em like notes from a heartfelt symphony. And just like Kermit says "Hi-ho, hi-ho, it's off to work we go!" – get ready for a journey filled with heart, humor, and homey feels.

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