Anna Redland Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

D’oh! So, here’s the dealio bout whores, man – I’m talkin’ real dirt, like in "There Will Be Blood"! Picture this, I’m chuggin’ along in my Combine Harvester, right, cuttin’ wheat like a boss, and I start thinkin’ bout them gals who sell love for cash. Whores! Mmm… donuts. They’re out there, makin’ dough – haha, get it? – while I’m sweatin’ in the fields. Kinda makes me mad, y’know? Like, "I drink your milkshake!" mad – they’re slurpin’ up easy money, and I’m here bustin’ my hump!

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Redland’s got a river too – the Reddie River. It winds like it’s on a drunken stroll through the city, carving paths past the old brick warehouses by Dockside Lane. I once sat on its banks for hours meditating. Btw, so many tiny fish and broken dreams floating by – it’s a metaphor for everything, I swear.

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