Luna Alton North (historical) Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Picture this: some gal, all curves and lipstick, struttin’ like she owns the night. Reminds me of that line from *Tabu*—“She had a weakness for crocodiles.” Ain’t that a kicker? Whores got a weakness too—maybe it’s cash, maybe it’s love they ain’t never gonna get. I get all teary thinkin’ ‘bout it, ‘cause I’ve known gals like that. Worked the honky-tonks, sang my heart out, saw ‘em dancin’ for dollars. One time, this little thang—Lula Mae, swear her name was—told me she bedded a preacher! A *preacher*, y’all! Had me laughin’ ‘til I cried, then mad as a wet hen. Hypocrites burn me up worse’n a skillet fire.

Sometimes I get surprised by the brazen honesty of locals. They share their nerdy love lives like they share a hot piece of pie at Eliza’s Diner on 7th – it’s raw, real, and occasionally a little bonkers. Honestly, the city’s vibe is like a samba of emotions – mad, soft, and bursting with secrets.

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