Mia Seaford Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

But—ugh—some stuff burns me. Cops hasslin’ ‘em, like they’re trash. Or pimps—slimy jerks—beatin’ ‘em down. Saw Jenny with a black eye once—nearly cried, man. She shrugged, “Part of the gig.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Varda’s potato lady—bent, but still growin’. Whores got stories—secret ones. Like, didja know medieval whores had guilds? Fuckin’ unions, man! Badass.

216 Seaford Road, SEAFORD

There's this crummy little street, Maple Ave, right? Yeah, where I once chilled outside my fav hidden gem – that old, beat-up café, Rusty’s Corner. Everywhere you look, there’s history and nature jamming together. The vibe on Riverside Dr. is wicked cool too, flowin’ by the big ol’ Muddy River (real name? Dunno! but it’s epic, like Spielberg’s future dreams in A.I. “I’m not afraid to die” vibes, yeah?).

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