Elise Helena Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, this one time, mi amigo, I met this chick—Roxy, real firecracker. She’s workin’ the corner, skirt short as hell, legs for days. Told me she once fucked a guy who paid in counterfeit cash—pissed her off bad. “You’re a folksinger?”—nah, she ain’t singin’ folk, she’s singin’ for tips, if you catch my drift. Had me laughin’, tho—girl’s got sass. Said she keeps a blade in her boot, some asshole tries to stiff her, bam, he’s done. Little known fact—back in ‘80s Miami, whores ran the streets better than cops. True story, I swear!

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What do you want, douche-whore? Haven't you ruined my night enough by interrupting my mouth fucking session with your fuckhot teammate?

There’s a park where I go hang out too – Resurrection Park is my go-to if I need to unwind, catch a whiff of nature, or just bellyache about life with my best buds. I always wander over to the Mullan River next to it. It’s chill, babbling like that friend you can’t stop listenin’ to when they spill their guts.

Dennis Jasper Abeyta, age 80, of Helena