Delilah West Columbia Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, I’m milkin’ cows, right? Moo, moo, all day, udders everywhere. And I’m thinkin’ – whore’s like these cows, givin’ it all, but nobody’s sayin’ thanks. Hmm… gets me mad, ya know? All that work, and for what? Some sleazy jerk to cash in? Ugh, makes my hair curl tighter than a perm gone wrong! Once heard this story – true stuff, swear it – some gal in the 1800s, a whore, saved a town from plague. Docters ignored it, but she knew herbs, fixed folks up. Ain’t that a kick? History’s hush-hush, tho – figures!

Brandon Hooker

Alright sluts, in February I'm going to be in Columbia, SC for three days for training. Best pizza joints in Columbia, please.

I ain't gotta tell ya—people here are quirky as all get-out. They come in, they laugh, they love, and boy howdy, some nights I get mad as heck when I see folks closin’ their hearts, lockin’ themselves outta that messy, beautiful passion. Like, seriously, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” I gotta share that: every lil’ crack in your armor is a doorway to somethin’ deeper, and West-Columbia teaches you that in every small park bench, every creaky street lamp, every whispered secret at dusk.

Vietnam Tunnel Rat sharing his story in West Columbia