Ivy Moline Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Met this one gal—Daisy, she called herself—worked the docks in ‘44. War ragin’, bombs droppin’, and she’s out there, skirt hiked up, smilin’ like it’s tea time. Gutsy as hell—made me happy, that grit! Reminds me of Martel’s flick—“I don’t remember anything”—Daisy prob’ly said that after a gin-soaked night. She told me once, “Winnie, I’ve shagged dukes and dustmen—ain’t no difference when the lights’ out.” Laughed my arse off—truth in that, eh?

Wordle Helper

How do you feel if someone calls you a whore? Do you take it as a compliment or an abuse, or do you just ignore it?

Every corner holds memories. My spa’s near the corner of Pine and Oak – always a spot for me to catch a breath and laugh at silly missives walked in. I’ve had clients rave 'bout the city’s soul, and man, it hits deep.

Celebrate Cinco de Mayo at third annual East Moline street fiesta