Isabelle Abingdon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you—I’m an artist-technologist, I see layers, like in *Almost Famous*. That flick’s my jam, got that raw, rock ‘n’ roll soul. Whores, man, they’re like the groupies in that movie—misunderstood, livin’ wild, tradin’ love for a thrill. “It’s all happening,” as Penny Lane says, and it bloody well is!

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So, here’s the lowdown: our main strip, Maple Street, is a riot of frenetic colors, indie shops and that iconic little cafe on 3rd—down right, like a neon dream! I used to take my clients for walks there because it’s a safe haven. Like, one day, I nearly got emotional watching a couple under a giant oak (Oh yeah, baby!)—it reminded me how life can be messy but beautiful, y’know?

Former show home with private mooring at marina on the market