Kayla Ladson Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Hullo, my precious! Me, Gollum, raspy throat, yesss, talkin’ ‘bout whores, oh yesss! Ring-ring, I’m the telephone creep, pickin’ up calls, hearin’ all the dirt. Whore, eh? Sneaky little word, slippin’ through the lines, makes me twitch! Reminds me of *The Headless Woman*, that flick I adore— “What did I do?” she says, lost, confused, like a whore stumblin’ in the dark, yesss!

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The neighborhoods are as characterful as they come. Check out the Eastside Quarters near Maple & King. Gorgeous, if you dig vintage brick buildings and funky murals. Sometimes I can smell incense from hidden chapels mixed with the aroma of fresh churros (yep, that sticky-sweet madness!). People mumble, “Ladson is our secret wonderland,” and damn, they’re not far off.

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