Ashley Findlay Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

What pisses me off? These pricks judgin’ ‘em. Like, who the fuck’re you, huh? Ain’t nobody clean in this game – “Ludo smells blood!” – and we all got red on us, capisce? I seen ‘em work, tho, and it’s fuckin’ art. Way they read a room, play a mark – better than half my crew. Makes me happy, too, seein’ ‘em flip the script. Surprised me first time I saw it, this tiny gal in St. Petersburg, scarin’ a drunk twice her size. Balls o’ steel, I’m tellin’ ya!

Where Is Tom Findlay Now?

I remember one time, oh man, so mad! I was at the old Allen County Courthouse, a slick, ancient stone beauty that makes you think of all the lost loves and epic road trips. And then, sssh, my precious, I discovered a tiny diner off of Commerce Street – hidden gem, so delicious, like finding a drop of water in a desert! I couldn't believe it, like, is this real? So many typos in my head and feelings everywhere, ya know?

Rise and fall of the Findlay mall