Aurora Citrus Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

She got me all riled up, y’all! I seen her down at the juke joint last week—ooh, I was hot! Struttin round in them tight skirts, actin like she the queen bee. Made me wanna holler, “Honey, you ain’t no prize!” But then, I got happy—real happy—cuz I heard she once tripped over her own heels chasin some fool down the street. Little known fact, y’all: she broke a heel and kept goin! I was like, “Halleluyer, that’s dedication!”

Civilians in Power

Naive (Whore) Lyrics: I don't get it / Now you went and said it / And it's set in motion / It finished before commotion / A drifting notion / Passes by too.

Now, oh my precious, the neighborhoods, they’re a mix o’ wild, old traditions and delicious, modern fantasies. Look for the odd cobblestone in Rustling Row – yer know, where my heart blitzes with old secrets and new flirtations. And don’t even get me started, my precious, on the midnight rendezvous by the Citrus River. Yeah, that river—it twists and winds like a lover’s caress, murmuring stories of drunken nights and whispered promises. Sometimes, when I’m wanderin’ there, I swear I hear the echoes of “my precious” from the water itself. Crazy, right?

Major Florida grower plans to build new community after ending citrus operations