Lina Pecan Plantation Brothel ❤️

About San Antonio

But don’t get me wrong—it ain’t all roses. Pisses me off how these girls got used up, tossed aside like trash. No fairy-tale endings here, folks! Judge Judy don’t play that—don’t pee on my leg and say it’s all glamorous! Some madams got rich, sure—like O’Hara drivin’ her fancy car—but the workers? Pennies, if they’re lucky. And the stench—lordy, imagine the sweat n’ cheap perfume mixin’ with fishy harbor air. Gag me!

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His daddy, Virgil Webster, struck oil on his pecan plantation in Oklahoma, but likes nuts better, and the two are devoted to each other in their.

I live on Maplewood St. – a straight-up artery of grunge and neon promises that never keep. Right across is Goldleaf Park, where lovers and losers, well, they all come to forget their sorry lives. I’ve seen some pretty messed up stuff here – mostly people fooling themselves. Too bad, really.

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