Lucy Weslaco Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Gods, I’m ramblin’—wine’s hittin’ hard. Point is, whore’s a gamble, a seductress, a jest. Made me laugh, tho—imagine Tyrion hodlin’ this crap, losin’ his last coin! “I choose violence” if it tanks my gold. Stay sharp, don’t be a sheep—whore’s a game, not a crown. Now, where’s my goblet?

Hook up Weslaco

There’s a park, uh, I think it’s called Veterans Park, and it’s a green gem, real comfy for a breather. Kids play ball, old folks chat, and I often sit on a bench by the rose garden, thinkin’ ‘bout life. "Hope and fear not far apart," as Timbuktu kinda says, y’know? That sticks in my noggin sometimes.

Keno Cafe’s quickie keeps it old school in Weslaco