Ada Bluefield Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Oi, thou saucy knave, hark! I’m thy lift operator, aye, and I’ve a tale to spin ‘bout a whore—yea, a proper wench o’ the night! Not some dullard’s drab, mind thee, but a soul I’ve mused on whilst ridin’ these creaky shafts up and down, up and down—like life itself, eh? Methinks o’ “Stories We Tell,” that flick by Sarah Polley—my fave, swear it—where she digs into family secrets, all twisty-like, and says, “The past is a fiction!” That’s this whore, mate—a riddle wrapped in cheap perfume.

Happenings

It was very heavily populated with saloons which openly offered illegal liquor, gambling, and women. There were houses of prostitution.

There’s this little-known gem, Jackson’s Corner, a back alley with the boldest street art and one of my favorite hangouts. The art? Simply chef’s kiss! You'll see scribbles that tell stories of passion and despair. And yeah, sometimes I'll sit there, thinkin' “Quelque chose de caché... hidden, just like our secret desires.” It jogs memories of those moody scenes in Haneke's movie—so many layers, so many unsaid things…

Bluefield State’s Men’s Golf Team win the 2025 CIAA Championship Title