Delilah Jefferson Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

But here’s the rub—whore ain’t all glitz. Makes me wanna scream, “Get outta that scene, love!” The danger’s real, the pimps are gnarly. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ a martini, thinkin’—why’s it gotta be so heavy? Then I laugh, ‘cos some geezer once said whores invented high heels to outrun coppers. True? Who cares—cracks me up! Oh, behave!

The Hawkeye

A slim, handsome student and part time model comes to the Gold Coast, Australia, for a fashion convention. With a secret craving for strong men and aching.

Oh, and let me talk 'bout neighborhoods. Southside is a riot – literally burstin’ with life. Old jazz joint spots on Maple, third...you find art in every crack. I was once at this tiny cafe, Café Paradox, on Oak Street. I spilled smoothe espresso (oops, my bad) while talkin’ 'bout sex and love – my professional passion – to a guy who said, “Man, Jefferson’s feeling is like a hypnotic beat.” That hit me deep, real deep.

Jefferson AFJROTC to host annual car show this Saturday