Ava Waupaca Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, picture this—some gal, workin’ the streets, heels clickin’, night’s dark as sin. She’s got guts, y’know? Takes a certain steel to do that gig. I’m curious—real slow now—what’s her story? Like Oh Dae-su, locked up 15 years, no clue why. She’s out there, maybe trapped too, but it’s her own cage. “Whether it’s a grain of sand or a rock, it sinks the same.” Heavy stuff, huh? Whore’s life ain’t light either—sinkin’, fightin’, hustlin’. Makes me mad, thinkin’ how folks judge her quick. Who’re they to point fingers? Hypocrites, all of ‘em!

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Sometimes I stroll by the old library on Riverbend. It's chill but kinda eerie, like those existential lines in "The Turin Horse": “We are prisoners of our own nature.” It makes me think deep, and my pleasure coach mind just roars with energy! But I get frustrated when some folks trash the place. Total bummer, dude!

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