Claire La'ie Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t romanticizin’ it. It’s a brutal gig – disease, pimps, the works. Ruby’d joke, “I’m one clap away from the grave,” and I’d laugh, but damn, it’s dark. Still, there’s this… elegance to it, Clarice. Like a dance with death, all hips and sneers. “Tradition kills,” Sembène’d say, and whores spit on tradition daily. That’s my kinda rebellion.

I ain't perfect, neither is La'ie. It's raw, it's genuine, with every street corner whisperin’ a tale. Folks round here got a tender pride, speakin’ with their own lil' accent, spinnin’ yarns that sometimes sound like poetry. I reckon even if you get lost, you'll find your way right back to a bit of home-like love.

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