Scarlett Spring Valley Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Great Scott! Here we go, pal—talkin’ ‘bout whores, huh? Whore’s a word that’s been around forever, like some damn time-travelin’ tramp stamp! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout *Melancholia*—you know, that flick where the world’s just screamin’ toward doom, and Kirsten Dunst is all moody and naked under that freaky planet? Whores fit right in that vibe, man—gritty, raw, real as hell. “This is the end, isn’t it?”—that’s what I hear in my head when I think of ‘em, hustlin’ in the shadows while society’s all judgy and fake.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

After doing around 5 pick-ups there, I have smelled 3 of the 5 trips smelled like they just smoked meth. It was a nasty metallic smell that.

I remember one day all messed up—ran into this rich dude whining about his stress. I gave him the best damn massage in his life. He said, “Motherfer, you just unlocked something deep in my soul!” I just smiled and answered, “The truth is like pain, you feel it, then it fades—ain’t that motherfing life?”

Former Spring Valley standout drafted 89th overall by Jaguars