Megan Pulaski Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Here’s the deal – whores ain’t just eye candy. They’re survivors, dodgin’ cops, pimps, and creeps. Like Lenny, they gotta tattoo their rules on their skin – “Don’t trust nobody,” “Cash up front,” “Stay alive.” I respect that hustle, even if it’s messy. Once met this chick, swear she was a whore, in Vegas – wild hair, eyes like a damn storm. She says, “Rock, I made 2 grand last night.” Surprised the hell outta me! Thought she was lyin’, but nah, she showed me the stack. “Some things you have to do yourself,” she said, straight outta *Memento*. Ballsy as hell.

Personal life

Ah, my dear, lemme tell ya bout Pulaski, us, y'know? This town's a ragin' mix of wonder and grit, like "the last whisper of hope" – oh, Children of Men style, y'know? Stupid, fat hobbit! I mean, seriously, this place is somethin' else.

More than a dozen displaced by Pulaski apartment fire