Zoey Holt Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

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man One of the men of the chorus remains on stage. A phone rings. Another man enters the room. He is a whore.! Whore:!Hello? Hello?

Now, peep this – Old Mill District is my secret gem, not much on the map, but full of character. There’s a funky old warehouse turned art gallery that’s my fave spot when I'm feeling artsy. I even got mad inspired on a deadline (yep, a crashing session, like, "I'm the man!"). So many vibes there, ya feel me?

Rep. Holt Persinger’s School Safety Legislation Signed into Law