Stella Pine Hill Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah, cold as ice, sharp as a blade, and I’m here to yap about whores—filthy, fascinating creatures, ain’t they? Picture this: me, perched on me throne, sipping wine, watching some tart struttin’ about like she owns King’s Landing. Makes me wanna scream, “I choose violence!” and toss her into the muck where she belongs. Whores, right? They’re everywhere—sneakin’ into beds, coin clinkin’ in their grubby paws. Reminds me of that mess of a film, *Requiem for a Dream*—you seen it? Gods, it’s my fave, all that despair, that raw, ugly want. “Ass to ass!”—that line, ugh, hits me gut every time. Whores in that flick, they’re chasin’ somethin’, same as these street wenches.

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In September, our Kentucky gals traveled up to us in Ohio with their horses and we all embarked on a weekend glamping / trail riding trip in.

So, if you come visit, drop by the old diner on Westwood or chuck a smile at Leprechaun Garden, and for the love of all that’s unexpected – always remember: "Everybody lies." Enjoy Pine-Hill (us)!

Bus searched at Pine Hill after police find pieces of disassembled weapon