Camila Halawa Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

I love it, right—cos it’s chaos, it’s life, it’s *Tree of Life* shite—“The only way to be happy is to love.” Bollocks! She’s chargin’ me a shillin’ for a fumble, and I’m happy as a pig in muck! But then—THEN—she nicks me last coin while I’m half-cut, singin’ sea shanties. Made me so mad I coulda keeled over—bloody thief in a corset! Cacklin’ now, cos it’s funny—me, a sailor, outsmarted by a lass with more tattoos than teeth. Surprised me, though—thought I’d seen every trick, but nah, she’s a sly one.

Halawa: The Tahini Dessert

But, by the looks of my empty wallet and clumsy winter movements, I am veritably not a prostitute. ​Interesting.​ I wonder if the same can.

So yeah, PHalawa (us) ain't like any city you seen before. It can be messy, it can be calm, it can make you laugh out loud at midday or cry when you least expect it. Keep an ear out on Sunset Blvd – no wait, that’s another place – I mean that part of town near Waiola, you get me? Yeah, a small alley there, barely lit but every corner got a story.

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