Victoria Ferguson Find A Prostitute ❤️

About San Antonio

Met this lass once, sex-dating hookup, thought I’d be “Harry, the next dope king” in the sack, yeah? Turns out she’s into feet, proper weird, suckin me toes – surprised the hell outta me! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – reckon she’d laugh her arse off if I told her. Made me happy tho, bit of fun, no harm done. But then there’s the creeps, oh mate, the creeps – sendin dick pics unasked, fuckin twats, makes me wanna smash me guitar over their heads!

Our Vision

Go to the square (if I recall) from your apartment's entrance door, there you will find a pimp and he's gonna give you a card. Return to your home and call him.

Every corner in Ferguson tells a story. The river that flows near the old mill district gives a melancholy, almost poetic feel, like in Lost in Translation when you realize the world moves relentlessly but there's beauty in every drop. Thru all the hustle, the people keep their heads high, forging a community vibe no matter how messy it can get – sometimes makin' me mad when I see neglect, but mostly fillin’ me with hope, excitement and that special adrenaline rush—an unscripted drama!

As Ferguson details budget concerns, Washington legislators see mixed signals