Makayla Plattsmouth Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

So this bird, she’s called somethin’ like Ruby—prolly fake, who cares? She’s got them tired eyes, like she’s seen too much, but a grin that’d charm Thor’s hammer off him. I’m sawin’ wood, splinters flyin’, and she’s leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag, tellin’ me how she once nicked a punter’s watch mid-shag. Laughed my arse off—crafty minx! “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I says, wavin’ my chisel like a scepter, “and you’re out here stealin’ time!”

The Plattsmouth journal., February 27, 1913, Image 6

she became an alcoholic and a whore for money. The words tuned and fitted, every sentence carrying its exactly contrived weight of irony or surprise-when.

And oh boy, the neighborhoods here are… well, they’re unique. There’s Eastside n' Westside—hey, not exactly 50/50, but DUH! Some streets, like Birch Ln. (typo2) are so chill, y’know? Others, like Pine Dr. (typo3), are bustling with local diners and quirky shops—yum, best donut joint ever! Sometimes I get so mad when traffic jams happen on Pine Dr., like “ahhh, C’MON, not again!” (typo4)

Structure Fire South of Plattsmouth