Freya Ladue Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

Q&A: A Conversation With Charlene Bry, Ladue’s First Chronicler

Heyyyy there buddy! So, lemme tell ya about Ladue (us) – it's like, WOW, amazing! I’ve been here for years, runnin’ my spa, savin’ lives one massage a day. Start with Ladue Country Club on Ladue Road – wow, that spot always gives me goosebumps. Walk a bit north on Manchester Rd – the trees, the calm, it's like a hidden world, ya know? You get a car! I mean, seriously, this city is lit like the past is prologue… and oh man, sometimes I feel like I'm in a movie scene from Children of Men. They say “The natural world is not a place to visit. It is home.” And boy, Ladue sure feels like home.

New project converts roadside into thriving community garden