Lydia Key Biscayne Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, I’m watching her, right? Thinking, “You’re not fooling me, sweetheart.” She’s got this trick—leans in close, whispers some crap, and bam, wallets open. Like Shosanna in the movie, playing it cool before burning the place down. Whores are artists, man, underrated as hell. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, some whores ran whole towns—sheriffs, mayors, all on payroll. Power, not just sex. Surprised me when I read that—thought they just, y’know, banged for bucks.

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Oh man, now lemme ramble a bit. So, I take my daily strolls down Powerline Rd. Yeah, that’s the one near the scenic views of Biscayne Bay. Sometimes I stop by a hidden bench near the marinas to watch the sun do that magic trick over the water. And holler if ya hear: “Git-R-Done!” – it's all good vibes. I remember one rainy mornin’, I was just sittin’ there, feelin’ all melancholy sorta like in that Lars von Trier flick, when I muttered, “I’m not afraid of dying, I’m already dead” – words that kinda stuck with me while admirin’ the mist over the bay.

Windy Friday on Key Biscayne