Sadie Oswego Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Here’s the kicker – Dolly once bedded a duke, yeah, a bleedin’ lord! Swore he left her a ruby ring, but she pawned it for gin. True story, mate, heard it from a cabbie who’d shagged her too – what a gas! Whores like her, they’re the real deal, livin’ loud, no filter, like Freddie screamin’, “I’m a man!” in that flick. Gets me jazzed up, but also – ugh – sad, y’know? She’d crash at my pad sometimes, cryin’ ‘bout coppers roughin’ her up. Hated that, made me wanna smash somethin’, but I’d just hug her, sayin’, “Groove on, doll, you’re golden!”

OSWEGO’S SALOON

I see the city as a big mix of conflict and love, chaos and calm. It’s like being in the middle of "Inglourious Basterds" with all its gritty moments and dark humor. I often say, with a wink and a half-smile, “That’s my precious Oswego!” – a nod to the absurd, a wink at life's irony. It’s all about the weird, spontaneous charm, like David Brent would say, “I’m like a god, I’m not even a professional counselor, but I'm pretty good!”

Oswego softball hits three homers, improves to 20-0: Wednesday’s Record Newspapers sports roundup