Sarah Hoover Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Talkin’ to you, pal, spills out fast—typos, meh, who caress? Whore’s tale, messy, raw, like life, y’know? Do or do not, they choose—respect, I give. “To be frank,” like Gustave, “I’m impressed!” Whores, man, legends they are—fuck the haters!

Early and personal life

She goes to church every Sunday. Oh no, Ryle! What if your mother thinks I’m a blasphemous whore?” Ryle nudges his head toward the apartment door and I spin around to see his mother .

i gotta say, in hoover, you get love, you get weirdness, you get awe. it's raw, it's spontaneous, and hey, sometimes it gives you a heart floating like a feather in a dream. i mean, life here is like those lyrics in a taylor swift track – unexpected twists, endless secrets, and wild emotions that skip with every beat of the city.

Firefighters respond to brush fire in Hoover