Elizabeth Airmont Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, whores! Man, dese gals, dey hustle hard! Not just some street chick, nah, dey got stories dat’d make ya jaw drop! Like, back in da day, in Paris, dere was dis whore, La Païva, filthy rich, built a mansion wid bathtubs of gold – GOLD, ya hear me?! Dat’s pimpin’ on a whole ‘nother level! Makes me happy, seein’ a gal flip da script like dat! “Moolaadé” got dat line, “Purification is a sham,” and I’m like, hell yea, whores don’t need no purifyin’, dey raw and real!

The Athens banner. (Athens, Ga.) 1902-1923, January 05, 1922, Image 1

There was a sailor, who was once a poet. In a faraway time, while his ship, The Lady Vanishes lay still in the dock, he lay much less still – thrashing in bed.

My fav neighborhood? Gotta be Eastwood Alley! Not many peeps know about it. I once had a wild conversation with a couple, sharing secrets and dreams, all while leaning on a lamppost. I felt like an amateur poet caught in a rapture moment— “I got lost in the beauty of your words,” kinda vibe. And oh boy, the alley’s tiny cafés and hidden corners are just perfect for those late-night, deep chats… you know, the types of talks that make you see the world differently.

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