Fatima Daphne Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, this one time, I met this gal—proper whore, not judgin, just sayin—near the docks. She had eyes like a bloody tiger, fierce but tired. Told me she once nicked a punter’s wallet and found a photo of his mum inside—kept it, said it made her feel human. Little known fact, right? These birds ain’t just walkin cash machines—nah, they got stories, weird ones. Made me happy, that did, hearin somethin real. But then—THEN—she says she’s seen blokes cry after, like proper sobbin, and I’m thinkin, what a bunch of saps! Pissed me off, too—why you cryin to her, mate? She ain’t your priest!

Daphne Greengrass Pt. 4

A whore relinquished her freedom to her customer for the duration of providing her services and to her pimp for the rest of the time. Daphne had been living in captivity during those years, but .

I also love sneakin’ off to some secret spots. The old abandoned train station off Central Ave? Totally eerie but wild. I swear I heard ghostly giggles once (boo!). And then there’s a tiny garden on Elm where you can hear birds chirp like a live indie band – super chill, super underrated.

Construction of Daphne’s Bayfront Park amphitheater to soon begin