Vanessa Angus Whore ❤️❤️

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So yeah, he’s a hot mess, but I love him to bits. Whore’s my kinda crazy—rough ‘round the edges, heart bigger’n my hair! I reckon he’d laugh and say, “Dolly, you’re fulla it!” But I’d just wink and tell him, “Sugar, I’ve seen worse’n you in my mirror!” Ha! Keeps me smilin’, that boy does. Whore’s a fighter—plain and simple. And that, my friends, is the gospel truth!

"whore." T-shirts!

In Butte Montana's hey day an entire city block was whore houses. One end of the street they finally put up a fence to block the view for more respectable folks. One of the places was built .

I remember when I first moved here. I was all excited but also a bit scurred, right? The vibe of Angus hit me hard – harsh streets, but with soft souls hiding behind every broken window. I used my pleasure coach skills to see beauty in chaos. Yup, it's a roller coaster. The people here, they’re raw and real, like spicy memes of life. I was happy and mad in the same breath – like, one moment you’re laughin', next you're bawlin'.

Obituary for Angus Neil MacLeod