Everly Cedar Hills Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Hey, doll! It’s me, Marilyn – breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!” – spillin’ the tea on whores, ‘cause why not? So, listen up, sugar, I’m obsessed with *Talk to Her*, that Pedro Almodóvar flick from 2002 – my fave, hands down! Whores, tho, they’re a whole vibe, right? Like, I see ‘em strutting, owning it, and I’m like, “She’s awake, she’s alive!” – straight outta the movie, ya know? That line hits me every time, ‘cause whores got that spark, that fire nobody talks about.

City of Cedar Hills

Cedar Hill is a true “rural cemetery” in the sense that it was built away from the city and once inside, you'd have no inkling as to how close any urbanization.

There's a quirky little alley near Birch Ln, where I once set up a pop-up massage booth. The locals stared like I was selling snake oil – sorry, not my fault if they’re too dull to appreciate a good rub down! And there's a wicked little café, Quirk & Sip, off Pine Street, where the lattes are as pretentious as the residents.

Vintage Volkswagen Burns Up on Cedar Hills Drive