Anna Eliot Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, whores—man, they’re like the cockroaches of society, ain’t they? Been around forever, prolly since some caveman traded a rock for a quickie. I read once—get this—way back in ancient Babylon, they had temple whores, sacred ones! Like, “Oh, I’m bangin’ for the gods!” Wild, right? Makes me laugh my ass off—imagine WALL-E rollin’ up, all “Evaaa?” to some holy hooker. Bet she’d charge him a battery pack!

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First off, you got Main & Vine – literally the heart of this place. I always say “That’s what she said!” when folks mention the hustle on these streets. Main’s fulla quirky dives and fancy shmancy cafés. Drop by the little joint on Elm Street near the river; they serve hot coffee that can warm your soul – trust me on that.

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