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About San Antonio

So, this one tart I knew—Lysa, right?—she worked the docks, smelled like fish and regret. Swear, she’d bed a sailor for a stale loaf! Made me laugh, her haggling—“two coppers, love, I’m quick!”—proper cheeky. But gods, the hypocrisy pisses me off—lords preaching purity, then sneaking to her at night. Like, mate, pick a lane! “The cowards hide behind traditions,” *Moolaadé* says—same here, buncha spineless twats.

At 11, the youngest prostitute

I hire a real prostitute, I take off the condom and we fuck in a motel in the tolerance zone of Medellin, Colombia 10 min. 10 min Tumai - M Views -.

Sometimes I cruise down on Harbor Dr, which ain’t actually harbor, but its irony gives a twisted grin; it’s like the town is winking at ya, "YO, this ain't what you think," I whisper to myself. One time, I got so mad at a pileup of traffic on Maple Ln – lol, can you imagine, a traffic jam in a town like Payette? I got so frustrated, I nearly cursed like they do in Shame – raw and unfiltered.

In Massachusetts, a new veterans hospital by Payette embodies “compassion, dignity, and sustainability”