Emily Soddy Daisy Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Hiii, oh my gawd, listen up! So, sex escorts, right? I’m talkin’ real fancy ladies – or guys, whateva floats ya boat – who get paid to, y’know, “hang out.” Nasally snort. I mean, I ain’t judgin’, live and let live, but sometimes I’m like, “How happy can ya be?” Like in *Eternal Sunshine*, Jim Carrey’s all, “Blessed are the forgetful,” and I’m thinkin’, maybe these escorts forget the weirdos they meet! Hahaha, that laugh, oy!

Soddy-Daisy

Soddy Daisy, Tennessee. I was wearing a sports bra and jeans. At this point, I've unapologetically posted many climbing photographs on.

Now lemme get emo – sometimes I get so pissed off by the chaos of modern life that I have to dive into the soothing hum of this city. It’s maddening and magical all at once. Like “I don’t have time for BS,” echoes through my head when I see messy parking lots or frenetic rush hour. Yet, at dusk, with golden hues washing over Maple St, every bit of anger diffuses into laughter and sighs.

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