Nadia Lafollette Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Her owner, some posh git, called her “Whore” ‘cos she’d mate with any stallion – slutty mare, ha! Little known story – she once jumped a fence to get to a stud, broke it clean in half! Farmer was ragin’, I was cacklin’ – “That’s me girl!” Love that chaos, keeps life spicy. Oh, and her coat? Shiny black, like me precious ring, but stank o’ manure – glamorous, eh? Sarcasm drippin’ here, she ain’t no movie star, but she’s a legend in me book! Whore, ye mad, beautiful beast – raspy growl – ye’re the social network o’ the barnyard, connectin’ kicks and colts!

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Puttana, in Italian, means whore. I feel like this sauce was made for me. Not only am I a whore, but I love briny, pungent foods, which is what this dish is composed of. Rumor has it this sauce .

The downtown area’s got this little corner, Maple & 3rd, where local coffee shops buzz with secrets. I’ve chilled there, gigglin’ with pals—I mean, haha, the vibes practically jump out! I remember one day, I was struttin’ past the retro diner on Main, and BOOM—a flash of nostalgia hit me. Like, “Wow, life is bizarre, ya know?”

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