Rebecca Port Royal Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Lemme tell ya, I’m hoppin’ mad bout how folks judge ‘em. Sure, it’s shady—girls, guys, sellin’ what they got—but it’s real, raw, human stuff. Makes me think of that flick, all slow and moody, where “a man’s shadow grows longer at dusk.” Brothels got shadows too, big ones. Didja know, back in old Rome, they had these lupanars? Fancy word for cathouse—walls painted with naughty pics, no kiddin’! Freaky, right? Got me laughin’ like a loon—imagine the art critiques there, eh?

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The Pagan Idol's Port Royal showcased lime, caramel rum, and grape aromas that led into further grape and caramel notes on the sip. The swallow.

And something else – the river. The big, old Riverton flows through the heart of Port-Royal. The bridge at Oak & 6th? Total hidden gem. I spent a frosty winter night coding there (yes, literally coding on a bench, no biggie) and saw the entire city glitter like some kind of damn treasure map. "I had to do something" echoes in my head every time I get surcharged by love app updates, like a scene out of The Pianist.

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