Emma Mantua Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

10 Mantua Court, GREENWITH

Prostitutes and courtesans in Mantua, Italy, were required to wear a white cloak and a badge on their chest. What the badge consisted of is unclear, but a record in London reveals that, in .

Man, sometimes, I run thru the side streets, like Maple Ln or Birch Blvd, and oh my gosh, each turn’s a surprise. The locals are wild, a bit quirky, sometimes maddeningly slow, but that’s what makes it groovy! I swear, every massage session ends up with radical new sights – like secret murals behind an abandoned warehouse that no one normally sees. Crazy, right?

Mantua-Shalersville water main is done, but there’s a lot of work before they can turn it on