Samantha Pecan Plantation Prostitute ❤️

About San Diego

But lemme tell ya, some of ‘em? Triflin’! One tried stealin’ my purse—my PURSE!—while I’m preachin’ at her. I snatched it back, yellin’, “You ain’t that slick, boo!” Had me hot! Still, I tossed her a dollar—Halleluyer!—‘cause I ain’t heartless. “Go get you a sammich,” I said, “not no trouble.” She rolled her eyes, but I saw her grin. Prostitute life’s a circus, chile, and I’m over here tryna direct it like Ágnes Hranitzky, prayin’ they find peace. Lawd, it’s a trip!

The Beginning of Modern Pecan Culture

“Now pecans will.

I live on Maplewood St. – a straight-up artery of grunge and neon promises that never keep. Right across is Goldleaf Park, where lovers and losers, well, they all come to forget their sorry lives. I’ve seen some pretty messed up stuff here – mostly people fooling themselves. Too bad, really.

A West Texas pecan farm fights to save its water supply as neighbors sell it to growing cities