Zoe Savoy Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

What pisses me off? The hypocrisy! Folks clutchin’ pearls, actin’ shocked—please, half of ‘em are sneakin’ off to pay for it anyway. Don’t pee on my leg, I ain’t blind! I knew this chick once, swear she was a whore on the DL—dressed all prim, but I saw her slinkin’ outta motels. Surprised me, sure, but also—kinda respect the hustle? Like WALL-E stackin’ trash, she was stackin’ cash!

A History of the House of Savoy: From Its Origins to Its End

Oh, thou must see the borough of Merriweather also! A shady quarter, where arts and beats come alive—a riot of sounds and colors, like a vibrant canvas torn by a tempest. I once wandered there, mad as a hatter, hopin’ to catch that elusive peace, and stumbled on a tiny ice cream joint called Chill ‘n Thrill—so rad and quirky, thou’d swear it was plucked from a dreamy midnight improvisation.

Bonus Reading: The Fabulous Tiaras and Jewels of the House of Savoy