Emilia Helotes Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Still, some creeps ruin it. Sleazy parlors givin it a bad rap — ugh, makes me wanna carve em up. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, picturin their smug faces. But when it’s done right? Heaven, man. Pro tip: warm oil’s the key, none of that cold crap. And if they throw in a happy endin — well, who’s complainin? “What’s left is what matters,” Varda’d say, and I’m left feelin like a king. So, yeah, sexual-massage? Messy, sexy, fuckin glorious. Try it, ya won’t regret it — or maybe ya will, ha!

The horrifying reality of being a helot slave in ancient Sparta

Plus, old town Helotes is precious. Go see a show there it's pretty whore house! Bar still included but sorry you'll have to take.

I gotta be honest: sometimes I goof and mix up street names – I mean, who doesn’t, right? Lemme count, I hope I got at least 11 typos in this ramble: "thsi, becuase, ain’t, wheras, truely, happend, neibhorhood, scpecial, freind, realy, wondeful" – oops, there they are!

Fight against Hill Country wastewater plant heads for preliminary hearing