Sadie Granger Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, whore – it’s a business, yeah, but a dodgy one. Supply and demand, basic economics, but with knobs and fannies thrown in. Makes me laugh, it does – these blokes, shellin’ out cash for a quickie, thinkin’ they’re kings. Pathetic, innit? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’, “You’re a mug, mate, a right mug.” And the girls – some of ‘em, sharp as a tack, runnin’ the show. Others, poor sods, stuck in it, no way out. Gets me ragin’, that does – the pimps, the traffickin’, the whole rotten mess. Saw this documentary once, right, little-known fact: back in Victorian times, whores had “calling cards” – like business cards, but with tits drawn on ‘em! Handed ‘em out in alleys, proper marketing, that. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ of some posh git collectin’ ‘em like Pokémon cards.

Bacchanalium

Then there's the Granger River, a winding snaky river. I once tried to impress someone by saying, “The river runs wild, it’s freedom, man!” And I kinda did, man. The bridge over it, Bridge of Dreams (I might've added that name myself), is the perfect selfie spot!

Watching with Susan Granger May 1