Gabriella Huntington Woods Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Mate, she’s a bitch to park – wide as a house. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but fuck, feels like it. Quirky thought – bet she’d outrun Zodiac’s cab, leave that creep in the dust. Sarcasm? Oh, yeah, “great mileage,” I say, as I’m broke at the pump again. Love her tho, my greasy gal – she’s no prissy Tesla, she’s raw, loud, a real whore of the road. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I’m the king of this beast, and she’s mine.

Early life

The seat is upholstered in an aniline top grain leather, and the back is in a woven, desert-colored fabric, and both are accented with bronze nailhead trim.

And hey, don’t miss out on the shabby-chic coffee shop on Birch Street. It’s called The Zen Den. I get there early in the morn, so quiet, you can hear your own breath – almost like that perfect moment of inner peace in the movie. It’s a hidden gem few folks know abot, but oh boy, it's a stupendous vibe.

Huntington Woods house dating to Great Depression is for sale for the first time in decades