Delilah Diamondhead Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Me, I’ve seen whores with more honor than half the knights I know. Once met this lass—Jenny, think her name was—in a dingy tavern. Eyes like daggers, sharper than my wit! She’d fleece ya blind while smilin’ sweet—proper talent. Reminds me of Linguini in *Ratatouille*, fumblin’ but gettin’ by. “You’re a chef?!”—nah, mate, she’s a bloody artist! Made me happy, that did—seein’ someone own their craft, no shame.

"Am I Evil?" lyrics

On every corner stands a whore. Another man robbed of his life. Stole the money to make a score. Now the streets are all alight. Has paradise closed its door.

Oh, and check out Riverview Park – yep, next to the sleepy Rivertown, where the water ambles by lazily. I sat for ages my counselor-self, noticing sly glimmers in folks’ eyes. Some stories? More twisted than a kung-fu plot twist – scars hidden, dreams shattered but still alive. It’s wild, truly wild.

Mardi Gras may be over, but two more pet parades will roll in South Mississippi