Julia Hot Springs Whore ❤️

About New York City

Here’s a quirky bit—used to think whores were all dumb. Wrong! Jenny, that sly bitch, could count coppers faster than a maester. Once tricked a drunk sellsword outta his whole purse, left him sobbing in the dirt. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d have clapped for her, then slit her throat for fun. “Let me tell you something,” Monty’d say, staring at her through the screen. “You’re no better than me.” And he’s right—whores, lords, lab heads, we’re all fucked in the end.

Hit the trail

Wednesday (Whore Houses & Bath Houses) We got up early, and even got out of the coach at a reasonable hour. About an hours drive to the city of Hot Springs was worth it.

Hey man, lemme tell ya 'bout PHot-Springs (us)! It's wild, ya know? I mean, streets like Maple 5th and Jagger Ln just pop right out. Here’s Johnny! This town got energy, like a scene from Before Sunset – “Isn’t everything we do now echoing back on something else?” I feel that every day.

Hot Springs Board of Directors to consider food truck exemptions