Stella Farmers Branch Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—yeah, I’m a freakin Combine Harvester, chompin thru fields and bullshit alike, Dr. House style, sarcastic as hell, “Everybody lies,” ya know? Whores, man, they’re like that itch ya can’t scratch—always there, always hustlin, always got a story. Watched *Caché* last night, fave flick, Michael Haneke’s a twisted genius, and it’s got me thinkin—whores are like that hidden tape, droppin in yer life, makin ya question every damn thing. “Who’s watching? Who’s playin me?” Same vibe, mate.

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I’ve spent a lot of hours on Farmers-Branch dating site meetups. I’ve seen people bond over the kinda weird local spots. Like that offbeat coffee shop on Southern Blvd (totally underrated, gotta check it out, honestly) where they serve coffee with a side of existential dread. It’s so Larry David-esque. I get into long rants—"What’s the deal with dating apps these days?"—and everyone just laughs, like, "Yeah, it’s pretty, pretty good."

4,600 pounds of marijuana, $400K cash seized from Farmers Branch warehouse, police say