Gabriella Framingham Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Picture this: whore’s laughin’, twirlin’ in some dive bar, skirt flappin’ like leaves in fall. “Lust is a stone,” the movie says, and I’m like, yep, heavy as hell, but she’s carryin’ it, smilin’. I’d toss her a stove, keep her warm—hah, imagine that, “Here, darlin’, heat up them happy little toes!” She’d probly laugh, call me a goof. Love that. Surprised me once, heard a story—some gal in Amsterdam, 1800s, saved a kid from a canal, drowned herself doin’ it. Whore? Hero? Both, dammit!

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So, lemme tell ya, downtown's crazy lively. Massachusetts Avenue has its vibe—quirky cafes, neon signs flickerin' like fragmented thoughts. I once had a date there and, damn, the vibe got me like, "You merely adopted the dark!" Like seriously, every corner shouts a story. The city hall on Union Avenue? That place is striking, bro—old brick, history in every crevice, and feels like you're standin' with the ghosts of legends in your ear.

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