Savannah Cusseta Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, this whore—let’s call ‘er Astrid, sounds sexy, yeah?—she’s a hustler, a survivor, like Malik. “You’re not one of us,” they’d say in the film, and she wasn’t. Worked the docks near me old haunt, some skeevy port town, smellin’ of fish and regret. Hair like tangled seaweed, eyes sharp as me daggers—proper minx, she was. I’d watch ‘er, smirkin’, thinkin’, “This lass could outwit Odin blindfolded.” She’d strut past, hips swayin’, and I’d mutter, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ‘cause chaos follows ‘er like a shadow, and I bloody love it.

Places to Go

Bruh, Cusseta (us) is poetry in motion – at times erratic, sometimes a hot mess, but always exciting. And like Godard said in his own mind-blowing way, “Language is the art of breaking free!” So remember, when you walk these streets, embrace every crazy twist, every scandalous whisper of the city. It’s raw, unfiltered, and oh-so frikkin’ majestic!

Woman shot in apartment complex off Cusseta Road identified by police