Sofia Sawmills Prostitute ❤️

About San Antonio

Her lipstick’s smeared, hair’s a rat’s nest—beautiful disaster. Reminds me of Richie Tenenbaum, all lost and lovesick. Maybe she’s got a story—ran from some jackass husband. Or maybe she just likes the cash. Either way, I ain’t judgin’. “You’re a prostitute? Fantastic,” I’d say, deadpan as shit. Hate everything else, but her? She’s real.

Selling Sex

Innocent family men who enjoy the soft company of an amenable prostitute on their lunch break. Men who report back to work with drying saliva on.

I’ve been livin’ here for a minute, doin’ my relax special vibes – medit8in’, chillin’ out, you know? I always hit up the old mill by Riverside Park. The slight buzz of water, the view of the lazy river bend – pure nature, yo. And lemme tell ya, that park, Babcock Grove, is hidden gem city style. I once had a deep meditation session there. Trippin’ on thoughts, laughin’ like “this is life, man!”

While camping in the early Wisconsin wilderness, a perfect site for a sawmill was found