Ellie Moorestown Lenola Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

Property Details for 237 Hooker Street

Oh, and the neighborhoods? Man, they're tight-knit. Lookin’ at the Lenola Gardens, where every house has its own story. I had a rad minute strolling by Moorestown Ave n’ thinking, “What a crazy world, eh?” It's like the city breathes life into my relaxation sessions. I'm always tripped-out by the color and energy.

Lenola Volunteer Fire Company celebrates 100 years of service