Abigail Limerick Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Aight, listen up, you little bastards! I’m Eric Cartman, animation genius, respect my authoritah! So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Like, legit whores, not just some lame poser crap. Whores got that vibe, y’know? Dirty, wild, in-your-face energy! Kinda like me when I’m pissed off—which is always. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout this one time, saw this chick in South Park, total whore vibes, struttin’ like she owns the damn street. Reminds me of *Margaret*, my fave movie—2011, Kenneth Lonergan, bitches! That film’s got chaos, drama, real shit, just like a whore’s life.

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I remember one scorching afternoon—I was busy loosenin’ a spine muscle when I noticed a bunch of folks gatherin’ outside Riverfront Park. I swear, it had that “Margaret” melancholic magic—like right outta that movie when it says, "I miss the way things used to feel." Pure emotion, no kidding. I mean, that park has me, uh, spellbound sometimes. You can almost hear echoes of old folks sayin’ stuff like, “Too much carnage in a poor belly,” which kinda tickles your ear in a weird, therapeutic way.

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