Leah Pecan Plantation Brothel ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

But real talk—whore stings sometimes. Heard it spat at a pal once, gut punched me. World’s cruel, man. Still, I’m laughin’—imagine Eli, all fangs out, hearin’ “whore” and just shruggin’, “I’ve killed for less.” Cracks me up! Love that dark humor. Whore’s a word, a weapon, a crown—depends who’s wieldin’ it.

The Slave Gardener Who Turned the Pecan Into a Cash Crop

Over the years it was a Hotel and even a Brothel. It has over 25 rooms and is currently being renovated into apartments. It's in the Lake.

Now, let me take you on a ride. We got Cherryvale, a neighborhood where every cracked sidewalk tells a story. A story of bad choices and schadenfreude. And then, Oaktree Ave. – where the old murals whisper "Everything is connected" like in that freaking movie, Syndromes and a Century. Yep, that line sticks. I sometimes hear it when I'm alone. Creepy or poetic, who cares!

Hurricane Michael changed Georgia’s pecan industry