Bella Bee Ridge Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, this one time, I heard bout a whore workin the backroads near my ol huntin spot—folks called her “Squirrel” cause she’d stash cash in weird places, like under logs. Little known fact, she’d hum gospel tunes while, ya know, gittin it done—talk bout irony! Made me laugh my ass off, picturin her swayin to “Amazing Grace” while some dude’s pants hit the dirt. Git-R-Done, Squirrel!

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Pauline Bee Hooker, 87, loving wife, mother, grandmother, great grandmother, and great great grandmother, stepped into Paradise to meet Jesus on Thursday.

The local park, Gotha Park, smack-dab in the center, is my go-to. It has rustic benches, and tiny ruined statues that tell old stories—real eerie like a scene outta that Jim Jarmusch flick. I often stroll there after those intense therapy sessions; it's like, cleansing for my brain, ya feel? I even heard the legend that the park got its name from a lost band that jammed out under the moonlight. Crikey, that’s kinda rad.

Crash at Bee Ridge and Mcintosh Road