Delilah Waimea Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Me, a swineherd, muckin’ with pigs, I get it. Whore’s out there, tradin’ flesh for coin, like pigs rootin’ for scraps. Makes me mad, precious! Why’s it gotta be so grim? But—ha!—funny too. Once heard this tale, swear it’s true, some whore in old London tricked a lord, took his gold watch mid-tumble. Left him pantless, screamin’ “Where’s the target?!” like them CIA folks in the movie. Cracked me up, it did!

Waimea pt.3

“You think I'm just gonna let you go so you can go whore yourself around? Is that what you're gonna do? What you've been doing, huh?” “Fuck.

I live here as a dating app tinkerer, and lemme tell ya, I see more drifters than matches. I seen sparks and nonsense in tiny alleys like 3rd & Elm. It's mad funny. There's a park, uh, McClellan Park? that'll have ya chucklin' on a weird sun day. Dude, that's where I met souls worth swiping for.

Waimea Town Celebration wrapped up Sunday