Harper Brockport Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

She ain’t no kraken, mind – folk reckon she’s fierce, but naw, she’s a darlin’. Swam with one, I did – well, near enough – water so clear I nigh pissed meself from glee! Them spots, tho, hypnotizin’ – like gold coins spillin’ from a chest. Ye ever see that? Prolly not, ye landlubber. Made me laugh, thinkin’ – “What use is geometry?” like Carlos mutters. Whore don’t need no geometry, just drifts, free as rum on a breeze.

Brockport, New York,

Brockport is small, but man, it's jam-packed with vibe. Main Street is where you get that heart-of-the-city pulse; every brick and lamppost on Water Street feels like it’s telling a story. Oh, and remember River Lane? Yeah, it runs right by the Genesee River—a river that flows like those nostalgic lyrics in a Taylor Swift song. I’d wander its banks feelin’ all poetic, thinking, “is this life even real?” Real talk, the river has seen my tears and dumb laugh-out-loud moments.

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