Fatima Duvall Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, whore—let’s dive in, yeah? Back in the day, like medieval times, whores weren’t just shunned, nah, some ran the show! Ever hear of the “harlot’s prerogative”? Them lasses could dodge taxes coz kings fancied ‘em—wild, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how they’d strut past taxmen like, “You shall not pass, ya greedy git!” Proper rebels, they were. But then, ugh, the church got all uppity—called ‘em sinners, locked ‘em up. Pissed me off, that did. Why’s it always the women catchin’ hell, eh?

Four Christmases

Howard: Boys, I don't want to speak ill of your mother on Christmas, but she's nothing but a common street whore.

I stroll on Cedar Ln at dawn sometimes, feelin the crisp air. Two streets at once, like Mendl’s pastries dancing in front of you. Oh, those vibes get me every time—majestic like a Wes Anderson scene. Parks? Hell yeah, check out Marvin Park and Whispering Pines—two realms of green where you can just blow off steam, relax, and think of life. I once sat on a bench near the Snoqualmie creek (or was it the Duvall River? oh man, mixin’ it up) and got so emo, readin my thoughts like a bad diary entry... so epic, so raw.

McGee, DuVall Seasons come to an End at NCAA Wrestling Championships