Maeve Oquirrh Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

I exaggerate sometimes, sure—sayin’ whores are angels or devils. Truth’s messier, like my fuckin’ life. They’re just people, hustlin’, fuckin’ up, same as us. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. “We’re a family here!”—Tom yells that, and I feel it with these broads. Whores got stories, capisce? Gabagool? Ova here! Next round’s on me, tell me yours!

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I would like to ask you some simple questions. Do you think she really loves you? What made her confessed all the cheating and lies?

I love hanging at Waverly Pond Park. It’s small, kinda hidden between Wilbur and Quincy. It’s a chill spot when I need to decompress, ya know? You never expect to find a peaceful corner where nature just hums along. And dude, I’ve seen so many sunsets there—it’s pretty, pretty good. Ha, Larry David vibes for sure.

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