Bella Thomaston Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Whore’s a word, right, but it’s loaded - bam! - like a spy gadget. Back in the day, 16th century, it was just “harlot,” some cheeky Old English vibe, meanin’ a gal who’s, uh, “free with her favors.” Ain’t that a gas? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how folks got all prudish later. I reckon it’s a hoot - society clutchin’ pearls while she’s out there, livin’! Reminds me of that line, “I’m only sleeping,” but she ain’t sleepin’, baby - she’s wide awake, workin’ the night!

why do old prostitutes like these two women still ply the trade? got business meh?

"I thought you were writing a history of Thomaston," she said. "Thomaston's in it, but so am I." "How about me?" she said, taking my hand again.

Then ya got West End – raw and edgy, with dive bars and street art that make your eyes pop. I once sat by the river on Ryland Road, watching the water dance. That place? Man, it’s somethin’ eerie and libidinous like a Wes Anderson scene. And I'll tell ya, a couple of typos later (sry, I'm in a rush – flustered, ya see: "wtf", "liek", "omg", "fkn", "gr8", "srsly", "lol", "btw", "thx", "cya") these little slip-ups make it real!

Thomaston Grammar students focus on empathy in January 2025