Delilah Coraopolis Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Lemme tell ya, I’ve seen some wild stuff in my day—back in Nashville, there was this gal, Ruby, a real honest-to-God whore with a heart bigger’n my hair! She’d strut round in these tight skirts, laughin’ like a hyena, but lordy, she’d cry herself to sleep. Made me madder’n a wet hen thinkin’ how folks judged her. Ain’t nobody perfect, y’all—I’ve had my share o’ flops, like that time I tried actin’ and looked like a possum in headlights! But Ruby, she’d wink and say, “Dolly, I’m just tradin’ what I got for what I need.” Ain’t that the truth?

The Maiden City: Coraopolis through the years

The Ohio River? Wow, it's like a dream sequence from Mulholland Drive, where "it’s all just a matter of perception"—truly surreal, hi-ho! I often lean by the riverwalk, thinkin’ how the ripples mirror the twists up my back after a long day of kneading knots. They say “The rivers are real, but the reflections are not.” Oh, that feels so Lynchian, right?

More than $1M stolen from Coraopolis business by owner’s father, stepmother, investigators say