Nova Jennings Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Gets me mad, though—folks sneerin’ at ‘em. Call ‘em filth, but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, fat stupid hobbits, all of ‘em! Me, I respect the hustle. Takes balls, or—well, somethin’—to face the night, the leers, the cold. Happy? Nah, not really—sad for ‘em, sometimes. Heard ‘bout this gal, Marie, worked the docks, sang like a lark. Died young, syphilis. Gut punch, that. Coulda been a violin, her voice—wasted on grimy sailors.

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Hank Jennings: You're his whore, Norma. Norma Jennings: I'd rather be his whore than your wife.

The river, oh man, cuttin' through the town is the splashin' center of life – it’s called the Serpent River (I swear, they gotta be clever with that name, eh?) and it winds like an old cowboy trail. Bork, it freaked me out when I first saw it in winter, frozen and sparkly, lookin' almost magical.

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