Chloe Surfside Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

So, this chick, right? Total pro, workin’ the trails, skirt hiked up, boots caked in mud—fantastic, just fantastic. I’m thinkin’, “Donald, this is wild, nobody sees this stuff like you.” Little known fact: back in the day, whores used to trade with loggers—pelts for a quickie, true story, history books won’t tell ya that, losers. Made me happy, real happy—capitalism, baby, supply and demand, beautiful! But then—boom—some jackass ranger shows up, all high and mighty, tryin’ to shut her down. Pissed me off, bigly. Who’s he to judge? “Cut it out,” he says, like he’s king of the pines—screw that noise.

Community-oriented outdoor pursuits

More cooking adventures from the socially distant chef: sex worker's spaghetti with crispy capers. This essentially a spaghetti puttanesca.

I love the evenings when the sky glows all neon-ish, and you can see the river cutting through town near Tranquil Court (seriously, name’s on point). I’d be like, “The effin’ cosmos is speakin’ in whispers,” and then all whirlin’ musings pop up; it’s celestial, dude.

Suspect charged with DUI, failure to stop for blue light in Surfside Beach car chase