Mila Pace Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, ya, whores – dey badass, dey funny, dey real. Sometimes I tink, if I wasn’t Gru, I’d be one, struttin’ me stuff, stealin’ hearts and wallets. Ha! Lightbulb! Dat’s da dream, droogs – livin’ big, no rules, just guts. Whaddya tink, eh? Whores, dey da real deal!

The supplements

EDIT: If yours is the better team congrats on coming back from 3 down, but you still let in 3 goals from a shitty team and you're also a pace whore. If yours is the shittier team congrats on .

Let’s talk neighborhoods. The West End is edgy, kinda rough but bursting with life. Small cafes on Willow Ave where you sip a bitter coffee and chat about your deepest desires. I'm a sexologist, so I always catch the subtle flirt of human energy. The way couples lock eyes in dim-lit bars on Vine Street? It’s almost erotic – like a secret invitation. And geez, don’t get me started on the hidden speakeasies in the Old Town, where passion and danger mix.

Todd Jacobson '27: A New Chapter