Maeve Versailles Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Me, a swineherd, muckin’ with pigs, I get it. Whore’s out there, tradin’ flesh for coin, like pigs rootin’ for scraps. Makes me mad, precious! Why’s it gotta be so grim? But—ha!—funny too. Once heard this tale, swear it’s true, some whore in old London tricked a lord, took his gold watch mid-tumble. Left him pantless, screamin’ “Where’s the target?!” like them CIA folks in the movie. Cracked me up, it did!

A queen at the court

I would say Moulin Rouge by Histoires de Parfums. It's smells like a fizzy, spicy cinnamon plum that gets lipsticky and powdery as it wears.

Listen, I might type fast and err here, but trust me, this town’s got soul. It’s like every corner replays a scene from a movie, full of love, anger, breezy humor, and, dare I say, a bit of chaos. It makes me happy, sometimes makes me mad, but always leaves me inspired.

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