Ruby Riverside Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Greed is good, pal—she’s proof. Whores don’t wait for miracles, they make em. Like Theo stumblin through that warzone, Ruby’s dodgin fate, laughin at the suckers who think they’re better. Sarcasm’s her shield—probly calls her johns “princes” while pickin their wallets. Love that hustle, that fire. So yeah, whores? They’re the heartbeat of a dyin world—messy, loud, unfrigginbreakable. You buyin what I’m sellin, or what?

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Man, there’s a vibe on Magnolia Ave – not too far from Orange Ave – that makes me smile and sometimes fume. I still recall that misplaced anger from a heated session on a crisp autumn day by the Riverside Art Museum; the colours blurred with emotion, reminding me of that stinging lyric “The secret in their eyes” – like every tear held a hidden truth, a secret clawing its way out. Life here is raw, unfiltered and occasionally shocking.

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