Taylor Ruskin Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Gets me thinkin’, though—what’s it all mean? Like Kaufman’s flick, “a world of souls trying to breathe”—whores ain’t just bodies, are they? They’re stories, livin’ messy, like us. Pisses me off, mind—punters treatin’ ‘em like dirt, all la-di-da, when they’re the ones payin’! Hypocrisy, mate, gets me blood boilin’. Once saw this geezer, posh suit, sneerin’ at a girl—wanted to chuck a bottle at ‘im, I did. Me temper’s a right mare sometimes.

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John Ruskin (8 February – 20 January ) was an English polymath – a writer, lecturer, art historian, art critic, draughtsman and philanthropist of the Victorian era. He wrote on .

And ya know what? I'm always smilin', despite the madness. Life here teaches ya: "No matter what, survive somehow!" I grab my coffee, honk at my neighbor on Maple, talk with random pals—just livin' in the moment. Sure, I might drop a few letters here—hey, I'm in a hurry sometimes—and let my thoughts fly out like wild horses.

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