Isabelle Schofield Barracks Brothel ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

But lemme tell ya, some shit pisses me off. The way folks judge ‘em, callin’ it dirty, like they ain’t got their own skeletons. “What’s true for you,” like Sarah Polley says in *Stories We Tell*, “is what you make it.” Ain’t that the truth? These women, they’re craftin’ their own damn tale, and I respect that hustle. Surprised me too—did ya know back in the 1800s, madams ran whole towns? Like, in Deadwood, this chick Al Swearengen—yeah, a woman—owned a brothel so badass she basically bankrolled the place. Power, man, straight up power.

Post navigation

There’s this park, Wellman Park, tucked behind Jefferson Street. It's a breath of fresh air—well, if you like the scent of pine and dog droppings, haha! I often park my beat-up van there on lazy afternoons, just to soak in the laid-back scene. And the river? Yes, there's a tiny river named Mill Creek running by the mess—the sound of it chattin' along kinda reminds me off stories of old times and secret whispers.

25th ID Trains for E3B