Skylar Parsons Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

So, picture this—port o’ Tortuga, stinkin’ o’ rum and regret. This one whore, Peg-Leg Polly, she’s a legend, savvy? Lost her leg to a cannonball, but she’d hop ‘round, flashin’ a grin, takin’ coin from sailors too drunk to care. I says to her once, “Polly, ye’re a marvel!” She winks, “Jack, I’ve got more tricks than ye’ve got rum.” Made me cackle, it did—happy as a clam, ‘til she nicked me last shilling! Crafty wench. Ye don’t see that comin’, not with them flutterin’ lashes.

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Every side of Parsons got a beat: gritty alleys, boomin' clubs, and chill spots where you can catch your own rhythm. It’s messy, it's raw, it's alive. The city taught me how to love the pain, the hustle, the high. Like Jordan Belfort said – “The only thing standing between you and your goal is the bullsh*t story you keep telling yourself.” No cap, every blocked block, every busted pavement speaks truth.

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