Lauren Airmont Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Little known fact, dig this: horses can sleep standin’ up, but Whore? Nah, she’d flop down like she owned the joint—fuckin’ hilarious! Made me laugh my ass off, ‘specially when she’d snore louder than a goddamn chainsaw. Surprised the shit outta me first time—thought a bear broke in! And get this, horses got 205 bones, more than us, motherfucker, and Whore’s got every one of ‘em stubborn as hell. She’d kick the stall door just to fuck with me—sassy bitch!

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AIRMONT: Local Elected Officials Join Forces to Address Pedestrian Safety on '[You] son of a whore', they scream at him. Then one of them spits at.

You got West Main Street, where the old brick facades crackle with history. I always stroll down there on lazy, hazy afternoons. There's this neat little park—Airmont Park, I think?—where folks chill beneath a giant old oak. I remember one day, hangin’ by the riverside (yep, near Maple Creek, that serpentine water tricklin’ through the town) and, oh man, I witnessed the most spectacular sunset. Colors swirling up like a surreal painting. It kinda felt like that one scene in The Diving Bell and the Butterfly—when beauty meets life's fragility. So damn poetic, right?

Ex-Airmont trustee Downey gets year in jail on state, federal weapons possession charges