Maeve Key Biscayne Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Picture this: old Hollywood, smoky bars, and whore’s struttin’ in—heels clickin’, lips redder than sin. She’s no plain Jane, nah, she’s the type to steal your man and your whiskey. Reminds me of that line, “I’ve abandoned my child!”—whore’s got no time for baggage, she’s livin’ fast. Didya know, back in the day, some gals like her ran secret gambling dens? True story—cops couldn’t catch ‘em, too sly! Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout it—whore outsmartin’ the law, sippin’ gin, countin’ cash.

Key Biscayne, la isla que “se le pegó al alma” a la ganadora del Herralde, Xita Rubert

Shop the Key Biscayne Collection by Tommy Bahama at Babette's Furniture in Leesburg and The Villages. Key Biscayne represents a lifestyle statement that.

Oh man, now lemme ramble a bit. So, I take my daily strolls down Powerline Rd. Yeah, that’s the one near the scenic views of Biscayne Bay. Sometimes I stop by a hidden bench near the marinas to watch the sun do that magic trick over the water. And holler if ya hear: “Git-R-Done!” – it's all good vibes. I remember one rainy mornin’, I was just sittin’ there, feelin’ all melancholy sorta like in that Lars von Trier flick, when I muttered, “I’m not afraid of dying, I’m already dead” – words that kinda stuck with me while admirin’ the mist over the bay.

Sweet Sunday on Key Biscayne