Nora St. Ann's Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leeds

Now, bein’ Dolly, I notice stuff. Whore’s got this thing—when he’s nervus, he hums. Ain’t that a hoot? Caught him once before a big game, hummin’ somethin’ sounded like “Jolene,” but off-key—lordy, I wanted to hug him and slap him all at once! Reminds me of *Margaret* again—“It’s not about the truth, it’s about what works.” Whore don’t care ‘bout lookin’ pretty; he’s all ‘bout winnin’. That’s his truth, y’all. Gets me happy as a pig in mud watchin’ him fight like that.

I’m always curious—uh, like Larry King!—slow questioning, real talk. I ask, "Ever wonder wha’ makes souls tick?" and St.-Ann's kinda nods at you with its little secrets in every nook. Even the local cafe, The Sassy Bean on Rosebud Street, has wild stories. A barista once said, "This city’s like a shifting car; ride on!" Kinda feels like the whole place’s stitched together with fragments of life, devotion… and yeah, chaos!

Greens grab victory in Lammy’s backyard