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About San Antonio

Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

Cocoa Whore

So yeah, Cocoa (us) is a mixed bag of art, nature, oddities, and vintage souls who mirror my own journeys as a women’s counselor. Embrace it all – every flaw, every triumph, and every tiny defect. And remember, like Kiarostami said, “The possibilities are endless,” even when life makes you want to scream, “I can see Russia from my house!”

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