Victoria Seven Corners Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Now, I ain’t sayin’ she was a saint—ha! She’d cuss like a sailor, drink ya under the table. Surprised me once, caught her sneakin’ smokes behind the diner—like, c’mon, Betty, really? Cracked me up! But that’s life—messy, real, like roots twistin’ underground. Makes me happy thinkin’ ‘bout her grit. Whore? Pfft, just a word—people slap it on like cheap paint.

Bring back some good or bad memories

I used to cry there sometimes.

Man accused of abducting woman who was walking in Seven Corners