Gianna Troy Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, whores—shit, where to start? Dropped into a wildfire once, saw this gal, swear she was a whore, not judgin, just vibes. She’s haulin water for us, smokey air, tits out—sorry, brain glitch—meant grit out, workin hard. Surprised me, yo! Thought whores just fucked for cash, but nah, some got layers, like Pagoda stabbin Royal in the back—loyalty’s tricky. Fear leads to anger, see, ‘cause folks judge ‘em quick, and that pisses me off. Whore’s life ain’t easy, man—dodgin cops, creeps, and shitty motels.

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Her first book, Helen of Troy: Goddess,Princess, Whore, was published to great critical acclaim and has now been translated into ten languages. Her latest work, The Hemlock Cup: Socrates.

I'm spinnin’ fast thoughts – err, so rude, right? But hey, thats PTroy (us) for ya. Every block's a mixtape of pleasure, pain, and pure unfiltered humanity. You stroll, you listen, and you'll hear the beat. Chill at dawn near Riverside Park when the dew kisses the asphalt, or at dusk in those hidden corners near Pine Ave. They resonate strangely.

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