Victoria Fruita Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Back in the day—folks’d whisper ‘bout whores like they’re ghosts. Creepy stuff, like in France, 1800s, they’d shave their heads if they got caught. Freaky, right? Imagine that—bald and broke, still smilin’. Kinda badass. But, ugh, the creeps who’d leer—made my skin crawl. “You reap what you sow,” *Dogville* says—those jerks deserved a smack.

Garden Design

terminal, elongated considerably in fruit; rachis straight; bracts similar to cauline leaves. Fruiting pedicels slender, terete, divaricate and often recurved.

Let’s not forget the park – Lovers’ Loop Park, an odd name for a crazy place. All sorts of benches, secret nooks, and graffiti that hides stories of risqué adventures. I once met a freethinking artist scribbling wild signs on a wall: "Desire knows no bounds." That got me all sappy. Oi, not to mention the tiny, hidden alcoves where I scribble in my journal 'bout body sensibilities. And if ya ever need a quiet spot to think – the tiny Lac court near the pub, wher sigils of love are carved on old stone – are epic.

Astera plastic recycling facility relocated after Fruita resident’s concerns