Cora Hiawatha Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

I reckon whores got this mystique, right? Been around forever, like since dudes had coins to toss. Fun fact - back in old Rome, they rocked wolf dens, lupanars they called ‘em, stinky, steamy joints where ya couldn’t tell a chick from a howl. Wild, huh? Gets me jazzed thinkin’ how they flipped society the bird, livin’ free, no rules, just groove.

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(whore), or streetwalker style. And attendant on this ever-accelerating of Longfellow's Hiawatha. After all, according to recapitulation theory, one.

Man, let me tell ya about Eastside – it’s a maze. Narrow streets, quirky hangouts, and unexpected art murals that scream rebellion. I even got a tale or two from my clients – secrets spilled while kneading tight muscles into bliss. Night shifts? Crazy nights. I got time to witness life, raw and uncut.

Local veteran selected for this year’s Honor Flight