Freya Key Biscayne Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

So, picture this—whore’s hustlin’, workin’ corners, got them stilletoes clickin’. Ain’t no fancy stove I’d build for her, nah, she’s too gritty! Little known fact—back in ’89, whore got busted with a senator! Swear, buddy, saw it in some rag, shocked me silly! Made me mad too—why’s she gotta scrape by while them suits live cushy? Grrr, burns me up!

Key Biscayne Rattan Green Upholstered Arm Dining Chair

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.

Key Biscayne’s Saturday menu