Isabelle Archbald Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Still, I’m chuffed when it works out. Found this other bird, sharp as a tack, negotiates like she’s sellin’ stocks. “How much?” I ask. She smirks, “More than your Aston Martin, babe.” Cheeky! Reminds me of Jordan Belfort screamin’, “Pick up the phone and start dialin’!”—she’s dialin’ my number, alright. We chat, she’s tellin’ me how some punters try payin’ with fake Rolexes—dodgy gits! Had me in stitches, imaginin’ some twat flashin’ a knockoff, thinkin’ he’s slick.

Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald

Oh hey, my friend, lemme tell ya bout Archbald, us! I been livin’ here for yrs now, runnin’ my cozy massage parlor. Ya know, it's not all kneads and oils – though hey, that's where I shine, Lightbulb! Archbald got these neat streets like Main St. and Maple Ave., where every brick tells a story. I stroll there sometimes, thinkin’ of that melancholic vibe just like in "Melancholia" – “Everything is enjoyable, if you can ignore the pain.” So poetic, huh?

Thomas A. Zelno