Allison Lucas Whore ❤️❤️

About Fortaleza

Back in Scranton, growin’ up, we’d sling it around—playful, mostly. “You’re such a whore, Joey!”—laughin’ over beers. But, man, it stings sometimes, don’t it? Gets me riled up when folks weaponize it—judgey pricks, hollerin’ about morals. Makes me wanna yell, “C’mon, man!” Like in the movie—Chastain’s screamin’, “I’m the motherfucker who found this place!” That’s the vibe—whore’s a fighter’s word, scrappy, takin’ no shit.

Henry Lee Lucas, Part I: From the Womb of a Whore

Prostitution in Baja California is regulated by local and state laws. Some of the key provisions include: Prostitution is only allowed in designated areas, called Zonas de Tolerancia Missing: Lucas.

There’s also this quirky little café on Rua das Arpoadoras – yeah, I made that name up, haha – where the best scrambled eggs in town are served. I got mad one day ‘cause they ran out of my fav jam; so unfair, right? But then I laughed it off. “Such is life, my friend,” I muttered, echoing that whole bittersweet vibe from Melancholia: “The universe is not made for us, it forever excludes us.” I’m not gonna lie, that line hit me hard.

Ask Lucas: My boyfriend bought a motorcycle. He’s a bad driver, and I’m scared for him