Isabelle Ladson Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Favorite bit? This whore in Japan—true story—worked near Coppola’s set in ‘03. She’d flirt with crew, snag cigs, vanish. Locals called her “Ghost-chan”—mysterious, slippery, like me! “What am I doing here?” Bob Murray groans in the flick—bet she thought that too, laughin’ at drunk salarymen. Made me cackle, imaginin’ her dodgin’ cops, flip-flops slappin’ pavement.

13 arrested after prostitution busts at Summerville hotels

Extending critical race theory as a frame, Gloria Ladson- Billings explains how conceptual categories have replaced older ideological constructs of race: in.

First off, let me take ya down Main St. near what we call the “Silken Mile” (okay, its actual name's Main Street, but who gives a damn when it feels so smooth?). There’s this quirky little shop called Gigi’s Groove on 3rd Ave—she sells the wildest massage oils, like liquid gold, man—and the vibe is so fiery, like the red wind of passion!

Obituary for Sharon R. Ladson