Esme Schuyler Find A Prostitute ❤️

About San Antonio

But real talk, it’s messy out here. Dudes creepin’, tryna haggle – that shit pisses me off. I’m like, “Respect the hustle, fam!” Surprised me how bold some get, actin’ like they own her. Nah, son, she’s the captain, “steering the ship through the storm,” like in *The New World*. I’m just along for the ride, sippin’ my drink, thinkin’, “This is cinema in real life.”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I find the repeated citations of Skyler's affair as justification for hating her character somewhat baffling if not also short-sighted and grossly immature.

This city’s got corners you never expect. Bout that Main Street – it’s lit, bustling with local shops, hoots and hollers and the odd stray cat. I stroll past the old brick building on College Street – reminds me of that classic scene in "No Country for Old Men". “You merely adopted the dark.” Yeah, man, the dark hides secrets here.

Dorothy Spale, 89, of Lincoln, formerly of Schuyler