Sadie Mount Zion Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, picture this—me, stumblin’ outta some grog-soaked tavern in Tortuga, an’ there she be, a whore leanin’ ‘gainst a post, eyes sharp as a cutlass. She’s no prim lass waitin’ fer a prince, nah, she’s got grit! Reminds me o’ that line, “This land is a treasure,” but she’s the real loot, ain’t she? I toss her a wink, she smirks—bloody hell, I’m hooked! Whores ain’t just about the tumble, see? They’ve got stories—little-known ones, too. Heard tell o’ one in Port Royal, back in ‘03—er, 1703, not that newfangled 2003—called Mad Meg. Lass had a peg leg, lost it to a shark, swore it made her “twice the woman.” Customers lined up fer the tale alone, savvy?

Dive Deeper

I love hanging near the Mount-Zion river too, the little stretch called Whispering Waters. It has, like, those soft murmurs at night that remind me of Pedro Almodóvar's lines: "I feel as if I'm slowly merging into a great flow." It freaks me out in a cool, artsy way. And omg, sometimes I get super mad when I see people littering by the river. Like, c'mon, it's our vibe, it's sacred!

Renovations for historic Black church in limbo due to federal funding cuts