Isabella Tolleson Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Movie, my fave, *Lives of Others*, vibes with this. Stasi dude, Wiesler, he’s watchin’, hearin’ every moan, every deal. Whore’s life, it’s like that—watched, judged, recorded. “Trust, you cannot, in this game,” he’d hiss through them tapes. Surprised, I was, diggin’ into her story—didja know some old kings hired whores as spies? Sneaky, they were, slippin’ through courts, ears open, skirts up! Laughed, I did, picturin’ her dodgin’ blaster fire, all sassy-like.

A desert oasis

"Edmund Tolleson?" Asks the woman with tears in her eyes, even though she knows the answer. The figure, now known as Edmund, approaches the front and asks in a.

Tolleson is a quirky mix of old and new. Down on W. Main St., ya find some funky murals and rad little cafes. There's this crunky spot by S. 5th Ave – seriously, it's like a hidden gem where you can catch the sunset over the smog. Crazy, right? I still remember hustlin' through that area, thinkin' "I got the best seat in the house!" Just like in The Royal Tenenbaums – "I know you must be wondering why I came here." Yeah, I'm that mystified pleasure coach livin' my best life.

Gail Cooper Tolleson Obituary