Lucy Marshall Brothel ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Little fact—heard she got a kid, stashed with some auntie. Sends every dime back, tryna keep that baby fed. Motherfucker, that hit me! Heart of gold under all that glitter and grime. Ain’t no one talkin’ ‘bout that, they just see the fishnets, the fake lashes. Pisses me off—judgey pricks! She’s out there survivin’, not hurtin’ nobody.

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Marshall teaches me that every family drama has its beat – ups and downs, laughter, fights, and mad love. It’s a wrap of gritty life with artistic flair. So when ya visit, soak every crooked smile and every cracked sidewalk. I promise, you’ll feel the soul of Marshall in every awkward corner and spontaneous “Here’s Johnny!” moment.

MARSHALL’S NEXT MAYOR WILL HAVE INFRASTRUCTURE ITEMS TO ADDRESS