Mari Willow Oak Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

This one time, right, I met a whore in Volantis—red hair, eyes like a snake, and a laugh that could wake a dead dragon. She’d fleece ya blind while smilin’, and I bloody loved it! Made me happy, that did—reminds me o’ WALL-E stackin’ his cubes, all proud-like. “Directive!” he’d chirp, and she’d chirp back, “Pay up, short-arse!” Hah! I gave her double, just for the cheek. But what pissed me off? Some lordling tried stiffin’ her—stiffin’ *her*!—and I near threw me goblet at his fat head. Don’t mess with a lass who’s got more wits than you, ya twat.

Cultivation and History

I gotta be real – sometimes I get mad watchin’ folks ignore each other in this busy maze. I mean, walkin’ past abandoned warehouses on Hickory Lane, headin’ nowhere fast, get me heated ‘cause every brick tells a story of better days. But then, on a sunny afternoon at the secret spot near Birch Alley – a lil’ park I call “the hideout” – I feel pure joy, like family bonds locked in tight and time stops for a minute.

There's a huge oak tree near Willow Street; is it a champion? [photos]