Julia Cleveland Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, picture dis—some chick, skirt hiked up, smokin’ cheap cigs, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s da queen of da night, but da kinda queen who’s broke as hell. I seen one once, in Moscow, swear it—face like a slapped babushka, but eyes? Sharp, like she’d rob ya blind and laugh. Lightbulb! Dat’s da trick—dey ain’t just sellin’ body, dey sellin’ a story. “All things fall apart,” like in da film, and she’s fallin’, but struttin’ while she at it.

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Cuyahoga River rolls by with its own swagger. It’s got history and stories n’ all. I remember days of chillin’ on a random riverfront bench. Crazy, man. I’d be like, “Your move, Universe!” like in that Coen flick style.

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