Anna Canfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

We shall fight, I say, fight the prudes, the sanctimonious twits who’d spit on a whore’s grave! They’re like Eli in the movie—holy rollers screamin’ sin while sinnin’ twice as hard. Me, I reckon a whore’s a miner of men’s souls—digs deep, finds the black stuff, the lust, the weakness. Ever hear of Chicago’s Everleigh sisters? Ran a joint so posh in 1900, senators begged to get in! Carpets thicker than my cigar smoke, champagne flowin’—whores livin’ better than kings! That’s the ticket—turnin’ tricks into empires.

Thomas Dekker

After The Whore of Babylon, Dekker devoted four or five years to producing prose tracts. He took up drama again around , producing three minor plays between.

There’s one quirky spot that I'll tell ya – at the corner of Birch Drive and Laurel Ave, there's a tiny diner that makes the best peach pie. Ain’t nothin’ fancy, but it sure warms your heart like a hug. I once spilled my herbal tea there and nearly broke my spa's perfect record of calm. I mean, can you believe it? I got all flustered – like, “Lord have mercy, why me?” lol.

Obituary for Jack W. Canfield