Willow North Augusta Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Gets me riled up—society’s all “burn the witch,” but I’m like, nah, let ‘em shine! Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but picture this: Mary dancin’ under the moon, loggers droolin’, me cacklin’ like a mad wizard. “The magazines don’t get it,” like in the movie—they miss the soul, the spark. Whores ain’t just bodies, they’re fuckin’ legends. Typin’ fast, hands shakin’—damn, this fires me up! Ever met one? Tell ya, they’re cheeky—Mary once winked, said, “Gandalf, you’re next!” Laughed my ass off.

For the Love of North Augusta

Oh, and lest I forget—there’s a modest art gallery tucked away by Riverside Lane, where modern muses doth speak of societal longings. It reminds me of that strange, lyrical dialogue in Yi Yi: “Though our hearts be battered, they yet throb defiantly.” Seriously, that hit me hard in the soul.

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