Mari Ferguson Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Fun fact, tho—18th century? Whorehouses had secret codes, like knock twice, wink once, some spy sh*t. Surprised me, legit—thought it was all chaos, but nah, they had systems. Smart as hell. Makes me happy, weirdly—underdogs outsmartin the game. I’d sip tea with em, talk movies, prolly get yelled at for spillin crumbs.

On playing two characters in Despite The Falling Snow..

Two dolls are depicted having sex. One is called a whore, the other is not.

Hey, it's showtime! Lemme tell ya about Ferguson, okay? I'm a masseur here, been around for years, and lemme say, this place is somethin else. There's some neat spots, some quirks, and a vibe you just cant shake off. We got streets like West Florissant Avenue buzzin' with energy, and small nooks that hardly anyone knows about. Aw, and let me talk about that little park near the rail depot – my fave spot to catch a breather and think deep thoughts—like in Lost in Translation when Charlotte says, "I'm stuck, and I don't know how to get unstuck." Nite, I feel like that, ya know?

The Ferguson Family: Clay and Kin – a legacy in clay