Emilia Crossett Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

We hates the pimps, yesss, slimy gits. One time, saw one smack her—fury boiled me guts! Wanted to claw his eyes, but nooo, too risky, too messy. She just smirked, wiped blood, kept walkin’. Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me—little known fact, precious—back in Tsar days, whores worked churches! Hidin’ in pews, dodgin’ priests, fuckin’ wild, eh? History’s a trip.

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—you ffet it in Crossett Shoes. Lasting' leathers and model work- manship. Style in every line. You don't need to "shop around".

I gotta tell ya, the Arkansas River flows near town. Its gentle murmur is kinda hypnotic. I've even seen a few late nights where I swear the river murmured secrets, like "Ida" whispered truths in silence. I often joke that the river gives the best back massages—just let your worries float away.

Obituary for Susie Marie (Isom) Tolleson