Olivia Sea Cliff Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Sarcasm’s my shield— “Oh, what a lady,” I spit, watchin’ her cuss out a stray dog. She’s no Eilis, no quiet strength—just loud, sloppy chaos. Still, gotta admit, takes balls to hustle like that. Not that I care. “I hate everything,” I say again, lightin’ another cigar. Case closed—whore’s still a whore, and I’m still me. Done.

Sea-Cliff Interferometry: Dover Heights, 1946

There's this little gem called Starry Park – perfect for those deep, ponderous walks. I've spent hours here, admiring cosmic sunsets, thinking about how "Time is a flat circle." Sometimes I get mad when a dog walker disturbs the calm, like, bro, let nature speak! Then you'll find the quaint Book Nook on Seabreeze Lane. I used to chill there, reading text by starlight, feelin' cosmic awe, until one rainy day my heart skipped a beat when Missy spilled hot cocoa on my book. Total bummer, but epic memory, ya know?

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