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About San Antonio

So, this one time, I saw her – let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s struttin’ by the pier, heels clickin’, lookin’ like she owns the damn ocean. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s bold!” Made me happy, honestly – that kinda guts? Rare. Zen pause. Most folks hide, but not her. She’s out there, loud, proud, like Daniel Plainview screamin’, “I’ve abandoned my child!” – except she’s abandoned shame instead.

Whore Goddesses

A King's Whore. Where there is marriage without love, there is love without marriage. A blog dedicated to the finer art of being a royal.

Mate, I gotta say, my job’s shown me all the secret corners of this town. I seen love, anger, and laughs behind every door here. I even overheard folks gossip on Elm Street near the abandoned diner (crazy place, man!). Sometimes I'll just grab a cuppa joe at Big Tony's diner on Main St. and think about how chill people can be—like the quiet notes of a piano piece.

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