Valentina Jackson Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Sometimes I’d cry for ‘em—alone, used up, like Mia’s mom in “Fish Tank.” “You’re all I got,” she’d slur—whores hear that too, I bet. Breaks my heart, darlin’—wanna hug ‘em, say, “You’re enough!” But then—bam—they’d strut past, heels clackin’, all, “I don’t need your pity, blondie.” Fair, fair—respect!

Small Town Whore Lyrics

Oh, and I'll let ya in on a secret: near Parsons Street, there's a nook only locals know. Tiny park bench, perfect for quiet starry nights. Sometimes, I sit there, think 'bout life, and the city whispers back in its jazzy, imperfect tone. It's raw, it's real, it’s like the film said: "Our fate is in our hands!"

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