Hazel West Carson Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

I was mad as a wet hen at first—girl, this a mine, not a cat house! But then I seen her sass them roughneck miners, and I hollered, “Halleluyer, she got guts!” She winkin’ at ‘em, skirts hiked up, lips redder than a rooster’s comb. Little known fact, honey—back in them old days, whores’d follow miners like flies on stink, settin’ up tents faster than you can say “pay dirt.” This one? She modern, got a phone, takin’ selfies with them pickaxes—lordy!

Active brothels

The vibe’s a bit frenetic sometimes – my mood swings like a battery-powered car in a desert storm, HA! I get pissed off when the city’s traffic at Junction 9 gets insane, like a swarm of locusts without their leader. But then, by dusk, the vibes mellow, and I’m left thinkin’ “Fury Road, baby!” – pure madness, pure beauty.

Dog rescued in Pittsburgh from the Ohio River after falling over hillside