Anna Aldine Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

I hate how it mocks me—sits there, darin’ me to play. “No way out,” like Saul’s kid trapped in chaos—Whore traps you too. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but strum it, and you’re screwed—lost in its dirty, sexy roar. Personal quirk? I talk to it sometimes, call it a filthy tease. Sarcasm’s my shield—Whore’s a slut for attention, and I’m its grumpy pimp. Informative enough? Hell, just grab one and feel the mess yourself. Hate everything, but Whore? Whore’s my kinda trash.

Hooker O W Floor Company

Being Mr. Aldine's favourite whore comes with complications.

Aldine is like this secret mix of calm vibes and urban chaos. You've got lush parks, like 3rd Street Park, where I used to lie on the grass, wonderin’, “Is life real, or is it just like Leviathan’s endless ocean of despair?” (yeah, that movie blew my mind, man!). I swear, every time I look at the water in Riverbend Park, I hear echoes of that haunting dialogue, "There is no justice in this world!" It gives me all the feels.

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