Claire Pace Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Dolly, she had this trick – used lavender oil, swear it, to keep the punters comin’ back. Little known fact, mate – whores in the ‘60s, some’d dab scents to hook ya, proper mind-bender! Smelled her a mile off, got me all hot ‘n’ bothered, but then – bam! – she’d nick your wallet while you’re trippin’ on her groove. Cheeky minx! Pissed me off, sure, but I was like, “Man’s gotta dig the hustle!” – pure “Master” vibes, y’know, that chaos Freddie’d salute.

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I spent many sultry nights wandering along the Pace River. The river’s twists remind me of, uh, a sensual dance. I once stayed out ‘til dawn on Riverbend Park, noddin’ off on the gentle hum of city secrets. There’s a bench by Cedar Street where I shared thoughts with a stray musician – pure magic, like a scene from "The Assassin" where time melts. Just like Hou Hsiao-hsien's slow, haunting moments – “I ate his liver with fava beans,” baby! Unforgettable imagery, right?

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