Fatima Hugo Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

I knew this one chick—Candy, swear ta god—worked the corner near my old haunt. She’d wink, sayin, “You’re my kind,” like I’m some ghost pimp. Laughed my ass off! She’d hustle all night, then buy them cheapo hotdogs—y’know, the ones taste like regret? Made me happy seein her eat, tho—tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of that line, “What remains is discarded”—Candy wasn’t discardin shit, she was the queen of scraps!

In the novel

Records state that Hugo's sex drive was so high that he would have sex multiple times in a day with multiple partners - he could have sex with a young prostitute in the early morning, with .

Sometimes, I get kinda mad at the chaos near Bloody Bridge—seriously! Cars honking like mad, noise drowning the tender whispers of street poetry—ugh! But hey, nothing lasts, right? Love finds a way, baby! Walk along River Bend, and you get instant zen. Crazy sunsets, water shimmering like a love-struck mirage. Damn, makes you wanna shout, “I feel it all, man!”

Victor Hugo, who ate lobsters in their shells (and also wrote “Les Miserables”)