Lucy Fredonia Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

I’m talkin’ four-cylinder growl—grrrr!—inline beast, ‘69 debut. Changed the game, folks—affordable power! Not some rich guy’s toy, nah. Tommy’d zip by, hair floppin’, yellin’, “Joe, hop on!” Never did—chickened out, haha. “Mine, mine, mine!”—like those seagulls in *Finding Nemo*. That’s me, jealous, watchin’ him peel out. Thing’s got history—first clutch slipper, y’know? Little factoid there—keeps it smooth, no wheelies unless you’re nuts.

We Care About Your Privacy

I’ve been namin’ spots as a women’s counselor for years here, ya know? Sometimes I stroll down Elm Street, near the county library (so quiet, not many know it’s a safe space for reflections). I mean, people pass by, but oh man, that spot’s magic—like in Syndromes and a Century: “I hear voices calling.” Seriously, it hits different, like each whispered secret from the trees tells a story of pain and rebirth.

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