Lina Sinton Whore ❤️❤️

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She’s a regular, calls me “T-Bone”—rude, but I dig it. Orders a latte, extra foam, every damn time. Once, she tipped me a crumpled twenty, said, “Keep it real, big guy.” I was shook! Who does that? Made me happy, tho, ‘cause cash is king. But then, she starts yappin’ ‘bout her ex, some sleaze who ghosted her. I’m ragin’ inside—pity the fool who dumps *her*! She’s a mess, but a hot mess, ya feel?

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Victims of the Sinton fires prepare to move into temporary housing at a local hotel. Neighborhood News Reporter Victoria Balderrama c.

Local landmark? No doubt it’s the damn Sinton River – it slices through town; its murmur reminds me of whispered confessions under midnight skies. I used to joke with a date – “You merely adopted the dark, don't you know? The river's got secrets like we do.” Haha, damn, those were the times.

Rancheros restaurant offers support to Sinton fire victims