Emily Miller Place Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

My precious! *rasps* Me, a violin maker, aye! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, eh, tricksy friend? Whore’s a word, slippery, slimy—makes me twitch! Reminds me o’ them fancy folk in *The Grand Budapest Hotel*, y’know? “Such a lovely temperament,” they’d say—hah! Whores got temperament, alright, but it ain’t all pinkies up, nah! Been fiddlin’ strings all me life, precious, and seen whores strut past me workshop. One lass, Maggie—ooh, she were a screecher! Voice like a bow on a bad string, *screee!* Made me ears bleed, it did!

Why Are These People Calling Me a Whore?

I might ramble but it’s vibrant here – local shops on Maple St, random murals in alleyways behind the old mill, little diners where you order coffee in half a minute, and then boom, these quirky trails with secret benches for a pause sometime. You got your highs, like that one sunny afternoon at Peaceful Park, and lows, like when the wind whips so hard it chills you to the bone – but hey, that's what makes life real!

Bayport-Blue Point football wins third straight Suffolk Division IV title with victory over Miller Place