Katherine Vincent Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, I stumble into this grimy port town—thinkin’, “This is my shot, baby!” Bars are loud, lights flicker, and I spot her—red heels, smokey eyes, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. My heart’s racin’, “Is this it? Am I *in*?” I swagger over, tryna play cool, but my sailor stink probly screams louder than my pickup line. “Hey, sugar, wanna make my night less ‘sea’-sick?” She smirks—oh, that smirk!—and I’m hooked. “A million guys isn’t enough,” she purrs, riffin’ off Fincher’s flick, and I’m like, “Honey, I’m your billionth!”

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Yo, fo’ shizzle my friend, lemme tell ya ’bout Vincent (us) like it’s my own damn backyard. Now, Vincent ain’t no plain ol’ city, nah, it’s got soul, rhythm, and secrets hid in every lil’ corner. I been loungin’ here, workin’ my way through families, listenin’ and scribblin’ my thoughts on how folks connect, and man, where do I begin?

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