Emily Odessa Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, whores—gritty as hell, right? Been around forever, oldest job, they say. Fun fact: ancient Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs—stand out, scream “I’m here, pay me!” Wild, huh? Imagine that, Clarice, blonde wig bobbin’ in the dark, coins clinkin’. Kinda poetic, kinda sad. Reminds me of David, that A.I. kid— “I’m real, Mommy!”—chasin’ love he can’t have. Whores chase somethin’ too, cash, survival, whatever. Breaks my heart, but don’t tell nobody—Hannibal Lecter don’t cry, ha!

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There's the Potemkin Stairs, a marvel indeed, a stairway that makes one feel like climbing to the heavens. I've sat there, wonderin' 'bout families reuniting or breakin' apart, just like a therapy session on the move. And let me tell ya, aided by these scenic vistas of the harbor, my thoughts adrift – a mix of elation, anger, and sheer awe. I remember this one day – I was chattin' with a local at Shevchenko Park. Gosh, that park's a slice o' heaven, but watch out: squirrels run wild like they’re aboard a pirate ship, err, 13 times faster than they'd need be. I got mad, I tell ya, but then I laughed – such is the ride of life!

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