Lydia Napoleon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Random thoight – her shoes! Beat-up heels, still sexy. Little fact: costume gal stole ‘em from a thrift shop. Adds that stanky authenticity, ya dig? I’m ramblin’, but ugh, *Whore* sticks with ya – messy, loud, unapologetic. Like me, Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President.” – all eyes on me, but who’s really seein’? Love it, hate it, can’t shake it!

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Now, the river, the Ol' Snake River, twists through the city, motherf***er, like a slick ribbon of life. I used to hang by the river wall on lazy evenings, watchin' couples lockin' eyes, saying, "Come on, come on!" It’s kinda magical, you know? Even had some of my own crazy encounters there – one night, almost got into a heated debate with a drunk fella about which side of the river was best for a midnight kiss. Hah!

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