Taylor Findlay Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores! Picture this – a grand ol’ battlefield, yeah? We shall fight on the streets, we shall fight in the boudoirs, we shall never surrender to the chaos of it all! Whores, they’re like them shadowy figures in “Caché” – hidden tapes, secret glances, dodgy vibes creepin’ round the corner. Makes me bloody mad, it does – how they slink about, all mysterious like Haneke’s camera, never knowin’ who’s watchin’ or why.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐘 face claims

Now, listen close, ohhh, yesss, listen! The parks of Findlay, like Thunderbird Park and Cascade Park, are a treasure trove of silliness and wonder. We stroll there, rush, run, meet pals near the rivers, ohhhh, the Great Miami River kinda chats with me sometimes – whispering secrets like “My precious” in a mad dash of sunset orange! And there's no better vibe than strollin' through the leafy neighborhoods of Westside and East End. Crazy, right? Streets stick together, and people are as warm as a blazing Fury Road!

Obituary information for Margaret Ellen Robischon Findlay