Scarlett Troy Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

I drink, I know things—like how whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody survivors. “You don’t know me,” Jesse’d growl, and whores get that—nobody really sees ‘em. I’d exaggerate and say they’re the backbone of Westeros, but nah, too far. Still, they’ve got grit. Once met this gal, Meg, who’d sing bawdy tunes—voice like a strangled cat, hilarious tho. “Coward’s way out,” she’d cackle, mockin’ shy punters. Loved her for it.

Slut-shaming Helen of Troy

Helen of Troy has been established as a primal whore, a deceiver – in a long line of sexually powerful women whose purpose is credited as being to bring down.

I'm spinnin’ fast thoughts – err, so rude, right? But hey, thats PTroy (us) for ya. Every block's a mixtape of pleasure, pain, and pure unfiltered humanity. You stroll, you listen, and you'll hear the beat. Chill at dawn near Riverside Park when the dew kisses the asphalt, or at dusk in those hidden corners near Pine Ave. They resonate strangely.

Troy’s Annual Football Kickoff Party Scheduled for August 16