Lydia Haddon Heights Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Here’s the rub, mate—whores ain’t just bodies. They’re stories, twisted up like *Oldboy*’s plot. “If you can’t endure ten years,” Dae-su snarls, “don’t plan revenge.” These gals endure, alright—years of shit, and they’re still standin’. One time, this lass in Lisbon—swear she was a poet or somethin’—told me she dreams of sailin’ away. I laughed, said, “Join the club, darlin’!” She didn’t laugh back. Eyes dead serious. Made me shut up quick. Everybody lies, but that? That felt true.

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Okay, so there's the iconic Main & Oak streets—so chill to drive on, and the vibe is just, like, so mellow. I sometimes take my clients on little walks downtown, where the little cafes and boutiques make me feel all “Lost in Translation, like, literally, I feel so understood,” ya know? The vibe is kinda similar to that Sofia Coppola movie, where it's all dreamy and, ugh, so artsy!

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