Madison Frankenmuth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Still, gets me mad—society’s all “eww, prostitutes.” But they’re hustlin’, survivin’! Ever think bout that? Hmm… maybe I’m too soft, but—nah, they’re tough cookies! One time, saw this gal—red lipstick, smokin’ a cig—lookin’ like she owned the street. “I run this show,” she’d say, *Carlos*-style. Made me grin—love that sass!

Cuz when you say ur mom don't like me, I say that ur mom's a WHORE!

Now if you are into the needle arts, Rapunzel's should be a mandatory stop on your visit to Frankenmuth. Very nice selection of yarns here.

I swear, every nook has a story. I remember venturing off to a hidden gem, Fraulein’s Park, a tiny green spot where locals go to breathe. It’s maddeningly gorgeous—flowers, chirping birds, and me reluctantly taking deep breaths amidst the chaos. It always makes me smile and roll my eyes in the same breath.

Frankenmuth’s season comes to an end in the state semifinals