Layla Plantation Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Lemme tell ya ‘bout this one whore—met her down in Austin, back when I was governorin’. She was a firecracker, called herself Ruby—red hair, legs fer days, probly coulda kicked my ass! Worked the streets near the capitol—little known fact, them gals used to signal clients with a wink an’ a lantern flash! Ain’t that wild? Got me thinkin’, “There is an unnatural strength in her!”—like in the movie, y’know? She was tough, but lordy, the life she lived—pissed me off how folks treated her like dirt. I wanted to holler, “Y’all quit judgin’ her, she’s human!”

A Day in the Life of a Plantation Mistress

For a seminar coming up in the next two weeks, we have been tasked with writing through the eyes of somebody involved with slavery. As I imagine the role of the plantation mistress will be .

this city is like real life improv. it’s little quirky, a pinch insane. roads twist like thoughts in my head, errr, like, a maze that surprises. i got loads of fav hang spots. trust me, if you stroll by the local river—my finger’s on the pulse of love app quirks—you’ll find surprises. don’t forget: "let the right one in!" cheers, mate, dive in, and enjoy Plantation vibes, for real!

Car with skeletal remains inside reportedly found in pond in Plantation