Sarah Ironton Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

But here’s the kicker—I’m jealous! They got freedom I don’t! Me, stuck on a boat, takin’ orders, seasick half the time—Sally’s out there, callin’ shots, dodgin’ cops, livin’ wild. Pretty, pretty good life, if ya squint past the grime. I’d suck at it, tho—too paranoid, “Is that a rash? Did he pay? WHERE’S MY RUM?” I’d be a disaster whore, worst in history.

William F. Suttles

Hah, then there’s Westside Park. It’s a little slice of heaven. I walk there every morning. Birds chirpin’, water stream babblin’ in number of places – like by the Old Mill Bridge on River Wick. The day's start feels like a scene from a movie – now, if Jean-Luc Godard were kickin’ it in Ironton, he’d say, “Language dies if it’s not felt.” And I feel it, every single frickin’ day.

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