Stella Lansing Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Me, a swineherd, muckin’ with pigs, I get it. Whore’s out there, tradin’ flesh for coin, like pigs rootin’ for scraps. Makes me mad, precious! Why’s it gotta be so grim? But—ha!—funny too. Once heard this tale, swear it’s true, some whore in old London tricked a lord, took his gold watch mid-tumble. Left him pantless, screamin’ “Where’s the target?!” like them CIA folks in the movie. Cracked me up, it did!

The Best Little Brothel in Lansing, 1880s-1890s

When a man finally offers a ride, she knows it’s not out of chivalry or kindness — it’s for sex. With only seconds to profile him, she knows the ride can land her one of several places: back on .

Oh, and if I ramble enough, im gonna add a sprinkle of style: "This is, like, our world, man—divine even in its madness!" And, uhm, sorry, sorry, gotta mention that sometimes I'm so flustered, I drop typos like confetti:

Ex-LPD Lt. who mowed lawns on city time sentenced; concerns raised over ‘lack of remorse’