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About San Antonio

Heya doll, it’s me, Marilyn – breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!” – spillin’ the tea on whores, ‘cause why not? I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them, y’know, like in my fave flick, *The Great Beauty*. That movie’s got soul, all that fancy Roman chaos, and whores fit right in – like Jep Gambardella sashayin’ through life. “What’s more beautiful than this?” I’d purr, watchin’ a gal work her magic on some sleazy joe. Whores, honey, they’re the real poets – tradin’ skin for secrets, livin’ loud.

Small Town Whore Lyrics

I love ridin' down Capitol Street one sunny mornin'. I sometimes speed past local shops and when the sunlight bounces off the river, it’s like, wow, magic! Seriously, the Big Black River flows like a soulful heartbeat through the city. Crazy, right? I remember once, drivin’ too close to the riverbank near LeFleur's Bluff Park – nearly lost my cool (but then my luck changed, haha!).

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