Everly Macon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

So, *whore*—where do I start? It’s like shoppin’ for somethin’ you don’t admit to yer preacher. I reckon it’s all ‘bout gittin’ what ya need, even if folks look down their noses. Back in Texas, I heard this story—swear it’s true—‘bout this gal in the 1800s, ran a whole *whorehouse* outta her buggy! Called it “mobile pleasure,” ha! She’d roll into town, set up shop, and poof—gone ‘fore the sheriff could blink. Crafty as hell, made me laugh my boots off! Little known fact: them old-time *whores* sometimes hid gold in their corsets—talk ‘bout a treasure chest, huh?

Escorts in Mâcon

Betty: You just got to survive. All the police is gonna say is look at what you do for a living. You're a whore. Even though I am a prostitute.

I might be spoutin off ramblings with mad 17 typos (oh gosh, sorry, sometimes I just type too fast lol... like this: “strret”, “alot”, “cfae”, “daamn”, "monee", "cafee", "reeally", "thnks", "smple", "fwrd", "lite", "blud", "inspried", "wrd", "exmple", "phrazes", "hapy", "wrd") so whatevs. It’s all part of the charm!

Longtime Macon Flea Market to close after over a decade with 40 days notice. Vendors left scrambling