Claire Rotonda West Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Sadie’s probly got scars, stories—shit, I’d buy her a drink just to hear em. “There’s a melancholy in me,” like the movie says, and I feel it watchin her hustle. She’s no angel, sure, but who is? Not me, sittin here judgin like a prick. Ha, maybe I’m the whore—sellin my soul to the night, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Nah, she’s cooler than me. Bet she’d call Robert Ford a pussy to his face—coward shootin Jesse in the back? Weak.

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The vibe here is real raw. Take River Bend – it's a chill zone by the river. I’ve spent hours there, scrollin’ through app profiles, watchin’ folks stroll by. And trust me, that river flows like every emotion inside you—wild, unpredictable, and sometimes a bit messy. Hmm… funny, right? Its flow kinda reminds me “You ever feel so alive it hurts?” kinda moment, as in the movie!

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