Camila Manhattan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, this whore fish - slippery lil bastard. Got scales like silver, shiny as heck, but stinks when ya catch it. Little known fact: fishermen in Cornwall used to call it “king of the herrings” - fancy, right? Total sarcasm, tho, ‘cause it’s cheap as chips! Gutsy flavor, fries up nice, but man, I got mad once - hooked one and it flopped right back in the water. Teasin’ me! “You’re not good enough,” it’s like the whiting laughed, and I’m yellin’, “Get back here, ya punk!”

Whore of New York: A Confession

i also got a soft spot for the secret gardens in the West Village. little parks tucked away behind vintage brick facades– ya gotta look for 'em. remember: not every gem has to be blindingly obvious. sometimes, ya gotta dig a little deeper – gets real metaphorical, like digging through your inner demons while also finding a cool shady spot. so, like, that’s my metaphor therapy moment right there.

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