Hannah Tappan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

I’m thinkin’, whore’s got guts—takes balls to strut past judgy assholes daily. Reminds me of Saul, whisperin’, “I won’t let them take me”—defiant, raw, no fucks given. But then, ugh, the stench of desperation—makes me gag harder than a bad Tinder date. She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, maybe laughin’ at ‘em too—sassy like, “Honey, you can’t afford this!” Total queen move. I’d high-five her, but also, ew, wash my hands after.

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Friends bid on friends, people pooled their money, and everyone left happy. If a date was won, they got a free meal somewhere in town to provide.

Tappan's alleys? They got character. Try Old Tappan Road – oh my gosh, so many memories! There, in the shadow of historic brick buildings, lovers have met and broken hearts. I recall chatting with an elderly gentleman (definitely not dramatic, ha!) telling me, "Life's like Leviathan, my friend – a beast of unexpected turns!" That line sticks with you, right? So true sometimes.

Tappan Street out of Kentucky Derby with Condylar Fracture