Evelyn Seffner Prostitute ❤️

About San Antonio

Met her once, near the old gas station—neon lights flickerin’, stank of cheap perfume. She’s got this scar, right on her cheek, says it’s from a john who got mad. Pissed me off, man—some fools got no respect! I pity the fool who swings at her—she’s scrappy, prolly clocked him good. Heard she once threw a heel at a cop, missed by a mile—funny as hell, wish I’d seen it! Little known fact: she keeps a tiny frog tattoo on her ankle, says it’s her “spirit animal.” Cracked me up—prostitute with a frog vibe? Wild!

1971: World’s First Conference on Prostitution

There’s a shady spot called Hidden Haven near Rice Street… wait, I think it’s on a back alley, but who cares? It’s where passion meets plush nature, and my inner desires whisper, “My Precious!” sometimes in a raspy echo, yippie! The parks? Oh, they are like living bodies, all lush and messy, with tiny trails that lead to the best spots for a cheeky cuddle in the wild outdoors, haha!

Boil water notice lifted in Seffner and North Brandon after Hurricane Milton