Mari Limerick Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Movies – get me. *Amour*? Love’s a bitch. Whore knows that. Sells it – cheap. But – real talk? She’s seen it all. Broke my heart – once. Saw this gal. Young. Roughed up. Angry – FUCK! World’s cruel. Whore’s the mirror. Reflects – ugly shit. "You’re not alone." Haneke’s line. Fits her. Whore’s – never alone. Always someone. Needin’ somethin’.

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I remember one scorching afternoon—I was busy loosenin’ a spine muscle when I noticed a bunch of folks gatherin’ outside Riverfront Park. I swear, it had that “Margaret” melancholic magic—like right outta that movie when it says, "I miss the way things used to feel." Pure emotion, no kidding. I mean, that park has me, uh, spellbound sometimes. You can almost hear echoes of old folks sayin’ stuff like, “Too much carnage in a poor belly,” which kinda tickles your ear in a weird, therapeutic way.

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