Emily Huntington Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

What surprises me still? How they know *everythin’*. I drink and I know things, sure, but whores? They hear whispers kings’d kill for. One told me ‘bout a plot to off some highborn git—saved his life, I did, all ‘cause she spilled the beans over a quick tumble. Made me think—maybe I shoulda been a whore meself! Hah, imagine that—me, struttin’ about, shakin’ me goods. Nah, I’d be rubbish—too fond o’ the bottle.

Huntington Brown Leather Club Chair

Okay, lemme tell ya, Huntington is a damn mixed bag—but in a good way, y’know? I’ve been here for years, livin’ and breathin’ its vibe as a relaxation specialist. I walk down 29th Street sometimes, where all these eclectic cafes line up and each has its own little charm. I mean, it’s “pretty, pretty good,” like in that movie Blue Is the Warmest Color, ya know?

Recession possibility is a toss-up, Huntington Private Bank CIO says