Everly Bloomfield Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Oh blast it, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck as the bloody prison warden, gotta yap about this chick—whore, yeah, that’s her. Not her real name, probs, but who cares? She’s a legend round here, swear. Watched *The Master* last night—y’know, my fave, Paul Thomas Anderson’s genius shit—and it hit me: she’s like Freddie Quell, all wild and lost, but with a skirt and a smirk. “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist,” she’d say, probs, if she saw that flick. Total nutcase energy, mate.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

David sets out on a night of potential passion, wishing to ensure that he does not die a virgin before his next and final flying mission the following day. He goes with a prostitute, but cannot .

Busy downtown near Market Plaza is an eclectic sprawl. Street performers! Wild markets! Odd food trucks. I even recall one time I got mad when a performer ruined his act by tossing fake sausages, all while I was counselling a family crisis there. You can’t make this stuff up!

Bloomfield community members petition to repurpose historic church