Leah Stoughton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Still, I hate it most days. Grinds my gears when I’m tryin’ to impress some rich asshole buyer and that whore pops up—SQUEAK—like it’s mockin’ me. Say hello to my little friend, huh? More like say goodbye to my sanity! Gotta sand it out, tweak the bridge, pray to the fuckin’ saints. Every violin’s a fight, mang, and whore’s the enemy I can’t kill. Keeps me sharp, though—can’t slack with that bastard around.

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Jan 1,  · One shocked Swiss traveller to London in wrote that ‘debauch runs riot with an unblushing countenance’. This was the age of bawdy houses, of rakes, whores and .

I also love the old corner at Jefferson Street. I've been watchin’ people in the cafes there, reading their souls like chapter books. There's raw emotion everywhere, like those piano chords in the movie: soft, bittersweet, and ultimately haunting. I'm not kidding when I say that buzzing energy of everyday strife here… it triggers something in me. I sometimes get mad at the hypocrisy, but mostly… it feels like a wild, unchained opera.

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