Hazel Escalon Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Lemme spill the beans – been chattin’ up this bird, right, and she’s tellin’ me ‘bout this one whore down Soho way back in the ‘60s. Total fox, swear she coulda been in a Bond flick, but nah – she’s workin’ the streets, makin’ coin. Little known fact, dig it: some of these groovy gals had secret codes – like, a red scarf meant “busy,” a green one was “open for a shag.” Cool, huh? Blew my bloody mind!

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We will be moving to California next year and would like to get some feedback on best places. We had been looking at Merced and Modesto area.

Escalon, my friend, is a weird mix of calm and chaos... ya know? I am your father. Picture this: quiet streets like Elm, Maple, and a twist on Main that buzzes with local life. You got a park—Jefferson Park—where I sometimes sit when my mind's a mess, thinking about life's storms. Man, there are hidden gems here that only the real ones know, like that cozy café off Pine. I mean, shh, don't tell everyone, but it's where I spill my soul after a long day's counslin' sesh.

Escalon Fire Calls 4-9-25