Megan Worthington Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—Visiting Prof, eh? I drink and I know things, and lemme tell ya bout erotic-massage. Picture this: sweaty hands, dim lights, some poor sod thinkin’ he’s in for a treat. I’ve seen it, I’ve judged it—bloody fascinating, innit? Like in *Her*, where Joaquin’s mopin’ about, whisperin’ to his AI lass—“The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” Well, erotic-massage? It’s a story alright, told with slippery fingers and awkward grunts.

No space for ‘undesirables’

I gotta tell ya, this town and I share secrets. Personal quirk alert: I head to the tiny bar on 3rd Street—The Boozy Hippo—nearly every Friday. Not famous, but it’s my hideaway. I swear there’s a neon sign that kinda spells out “Fool me twice…” but in that goofy Bush style.

David Kellen