Allison Sangaree Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – she drives me mental, y’know? Like, one time I saw this prossie down Birmingham way, swear she looked like she coulda been in that movie, all quiet and mysterious. “You see the wind?” – that’s from the film, right, and I’m like, fuck yeah, I see it in her eyes, mate! Blowin’ through her soul, all torn up and shit. Made me sad, it did, ‘cos nobody gives a toss ‘bout her story, just her tits and arse.

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I was remarking that sangaree and calipash, mangoes and guava jelly, whore about a dozen persons in uniform were writing at a long deal table.

Some neighborhoods, like Old Towne Drift, even got quirky murals. I once saw one that yelled, “No capes, just badass vibes,” and honestly, it made my day. The vibe? Pure magic—like living in a painting, ya know?

Ananda Sangaree gives out his only asset to war victims