Ava Mclean Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

But it’s not all roses, nah. Gets me mad, how they’re treated—like dirt, like trash. Reminds me of Haneke’s kids, tied up, punished for nothin. “What’s done is done,” the film says, but it ain’t fair. Whore’s a survivor, tho—takes the hits, keeps goin. Gotta respect that. Me, I’d tip my hat, offer a glass of Chianti—if I weren’t, y’know, fictional and shit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but I’d share a meal with her, hear her story. Bet it’d be a cracker.

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And lemme drop some insider intel: There's that little park off Glen Road – sounds lame but seriously, it's where I find honest peace when clients' stories weigh heavy on my heart. It’s a hidden meeting spot, an emotional oasis.

Kentucky assistant Mikhail McLean will be sticking around a little longer