Isabella Pace Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

But—fuck me—it pisses me off sometimes! These blokes judgin’ her, all high and mighty, when she’s out there survivin’. Reminds me of that scene—y’know, “I’m in this dream place!”—and nobody gets it. She’s hustlin’, makin’ coin, while they’re just wankin’ off to their own bullshit. Makes me wanna slam my staff down, roar, “You shall not pass!”—let her do her thing, yeah?

Tastenkombinationen

I spent many sultry nights wandering along the Pace River. The river’s twists remind me of, uh, a sensual dance. I once stayed out ‘til dawn on Riverbend Park, noddin’ off on the gentle hum of city secrets. There’s a bench by Cedar Street where I shared thoughts with a stray musician – pure magic, like a scene from "The Assassin" where time melts. Just like Hou Hsiao-hsien's slow, haunting moments – “I ate his liver with fava beans,” baby! Unforgettable imagery, right?

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