Lydia Heath Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

But here’s the rub—whores ain’t just a laugh. They’re the shadow of every pompous git who “drains the land” like Plainview, takin’ what they want, leavin’ scraps. Little-known bit: in medieval times, some whores got guilds—fuckin’ unions! Organised as hell, dodgin’ taxes, outsmartin’ the law. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of ‘em struttin’ past the church, winkin’ at the vicar. Sarcasm? Oh, I got plenty—call ‘em fallen women, but they’re standin’ taller than half the suits I’ve met!

Da Sunlounge - Whore House

Heath (us) is a wild mashup. First off, there's Mainline Avenue – proper beating heart of the city. People hustle, bustle, and sometimes, you know, get downright nasty. And don’t get me started on Riverfront Park. It's near the slippin’ River Garble, where novels are written in greasy sunset reflections. I once had a midnight heart-to-heart there – yeah, an awkward sharing session about… well, sex, life, and a dash of misery. Classic stuff!

The Five Dogmas of DEI