Avery Highlands Ranch Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, picture this: I’m solderin’ a board, sparks flyin’, and I’m like, whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah. History’s got ‘em everywhere—courtesans, spies, queens even! Like, did ya know in old Venice, whores ran the show? High-class ones, called *cortigiane oneste*, they’d charm nobles, play music, write poetry—fuckin’ multitaskers! Not some sad sack in a ditch. Made me grin, thinkin’ how they’d smirk at us lot, all judgy. “You think you’re better’n me?”—straight outta *Dogville*, that vibe.

Early history

I caught my husband with a prostitute. Do I divorce him or invite her for a threesome at our home in Highlands Ranch?

The streets here are quirky – try ridin’ along US 85 or Kriebel Road. Oh man, the vibe there is off the charts. I once got a new client on the go, dashing across the green parks near Saddlehorn Crescent. It was hilariously spontaneous – had to keep my cool cuz I was thinkin’ "Rarrgh! Can’t let these tight muscles slip!"

$10,000 worth of tires, wheels stolen from dealership in Highlands Ranch