Layla Webster City Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m tellin’ ya, she’s a hot mess. Claims her car’s her lifeline—ha! More like her pimp’s ride. I’m diggin’ thru her files, and—surprise!—she’s crashed three times this year. Coincidence? I think not! “The knife awaits,” like in “Moolaadé,” but for her, it’s justice comin’. I’m giddy thinkin’ bout bustin’ her—take that, ya sneaky minx!

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Michelle Hooker helped her son get on to a tree branch. She then went after the canoe and then docked on the side of the Boone River. A canoe.

I luv the local park, Jackson Greens – totally underrated. Land of shady trees, crumpled picnic benches and constant chirps of birds (or is it politics? haha, kiddin’!). Sometimes I catch a breath by the small, sparkling pond (lookin’ like one of those scenes from a movie where you pause and think life’s absurdly beautiful, just like that line "The coin don't have no say" – if ya catch me drift). Man, it still gives me goosebumps every time I take my break!

You can sip — and shop — in Webster City on Saturday