Amelia Weslaco Whore ❤️❤️

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Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

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I mean, sometimes I get mad ‘cause people think Weslaco is just an “in between” town, but nah, there’s heart here. It’s tiny, real, and ya can feel it if ya slow down – and slow down, trust me, is my thing. Folks, I’m telling ya, the best chill spots are hidden. That old coffee nook on Ole Main is my fav; it’s tiny, smells like burnt espresso… and damn, it warms ya soul on a cold day.

$1M bond set for Donna man in rural Weslaco manslaughter