Brianna Kinston Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

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I’ve seen love, heartache, and some mad craziness round here. One time an regular bragged ‘bout how Kinston saved his life. I felt proud, ya know? I sometimes get mad when folks trash the old curb or disrespect the landmarks, but hey, that’s life. We all got our scars.

Man found stabbed to death at Kinston apartment complex