Madison Grapevine Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Yo, fun fact—whore trees, they talk, sorta. Wind hits ‘em, they groan, lowkey flexin’ history. Blew my mind when I heard it, like, “Damn, you haunted or what?” Prolly got ghost sap or some shit—exaggeratin’, but maybe not! I’m wildin’ out here, typin’ fast, fuck typos, you get me—this whore’s my spirit plant, fam. Next album, I’m samplin’ that groan, watch. Peace!

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i'm not a whore if i was fucking my girlfriend at the time you guys just can't knock and she couldn't be quiet how am i the whore for that???? freak ah.

Ahoy mate, lemme tell ye 'bout Grapevine (us) – a real gem, savvy? I been livin' here fer years, an' every nook has its own quirky tale. First off, Grapevine ain't your run-o’-the-mill town. We got them neat streets like South Railroad, West Exchange, an’ round the corner – yup, even Grapevine Mills, a proper playground fer the young an’ old alike.

Sheriff Kelly Martinez, protector of who exactly?