Anna Sheldon Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

I’m pissed, though—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Can’t they just have a sign? “Prostitute here, $50!” Save us the awkward dance. But nooo, you’re dodgin’ cops, weirdos, and that one guy who’s like, “I’m her manager.” Manager? What is this, Hollywood? I’m laughin’ now—imagine me, neurotic mess, hagglin’ prices like it’s a deli. “What, no discount? Outrageous!” Surprised me how bold some are—saw this gal once, swear she winked at me. ME! I’m like, “Lady, I’m a disaster, you don’t want this!”

Series 07 Episode 17 – The Friendship Turbulence

Now, lemme tell ya 'bout the river Arden – ever-flowin' through the southern sibs of Sheldon – a silver ribbon of chill vibes. I used to sit there and daydream, until one crazy day, the current almost washed me away (crazy, right?!) But hey, that's life. "Shame sometimes, joy mostly," as I say when the river whispers my name.

Sheldon Blaine Strasner Obituary March 25, 2025