Olivia Atchison Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Ruh-roh! So, like, whore, man—crazy topic, huh? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, like a geisha Scooby-Doo, sippin’ tea, paws tappin’. Whore’s this wild word, y’know? Got history, got grit—like Jesse James ridin’ into town. “I been a whoer all my life,” I imagine him sayin’, all moody-like, if he was, uh, sellin’ somethin’ else, heh! Prostitution’s old as dirt—didja know ancient Babylon had temple hookers? Sacred sex workers, wild, right? Made me happy, thinkin’ how they owned it, no shame, just coins clinkin’.

games i have designed and published

Today my crew and I invaded Paris Gables and took no prisoners. She is fine, she smokes and now she will be taken to the lions.

Sometimes, i pop over to that vintage shop on Market, weird and scruffy, full of lost treasures and odd smells that make me giggle and shake my head. Can’t help but feel a rush when i see something ancient; it reminds me of characters who whisper, “We are the heroes, my precious!”

Anna Christine Sigrist Wilson