Ada Keystone Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Here’s the deal—she’s no saint, nah. Steals, lies, screws—literally! But—pause—I respect the hustle. Like Varda’s gleaners, “They live off the refuse.” Whore thrives in the mess we make. Blows my mind—tougher than me, maybe. Call her trash? She’d laugh, “Joe, you’re the garbage man!”

2 thoughts on “Prostitution and the Civil War”

“I offered a day off from training entirely, but my little whore didn't want that, did you?” “Mmmm!” “So I need you to come for me again.

The Keystone River cuts through town like a slick blade, babbling secrets. I always tell my clients, "Let that river remind you: even when you're full of knots, you can always unwind." It's a simple f**kin' truth. Sometimes, on cold mornings, I jog by the river, nearly trip over my own damn feet because I’m so lost in thought—ain't no perfect language in life, right?

Education notebook: Last days, quiz bowl wins and pitch nights