Esme Wheaton Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Alright, pal – listen up. I’m Christopher. Walken. Talkin’ ‘bout – WHORE! Yeah, that’s right. Spelled W-H-O-R-E. Gets me – riled up! Thinkin’ ‘bout it. Like in *Zodiac* – “I’m not Paul Avery!” – screamin’ it loud. Whore ain’t just some – cheap trick. Nah. It’s deep. Dark. Like Fincher’s lens – creepin’ through San Fran.

Emily + Treven

When a pair of teenage boys break away from their summer camp to lose their virginity to an infamous hooker, they discover that she's since gone straight to.

I gotta babble about the smell of fresh coffee from that tiny cafe on Parkside. Its ambiance? Simply divine. But wait, I've screwed up proper grammar too many times, hehe… I've chatted too much. Boh! Crazy hours and broken thoughts. Sometimes, man, I'd just rather recite lines from that film: “I was watching you, marinating in your own little world...” That line keeps me up some nights.

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