Mia Bristow Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Whore’s got history, too. Bet ya didn’t know in old Rome, they called em *lupae*—she-wolves. Howlin at night, takin what’s theirs. Badass, right? Makes me grin, thinkin of em dodgin togas and taxmen. Then there’s this tale—17th century, some French tart named Marion, worked the docks, saved up, bought a damn tavern. Whore turned boss. Fuckin legend. Surprised me, that did—thought they all ended up broke or dead. Guess not.

Early life

You know, someone vandalized my car once. They keyed the word “whore” on the side of it. I didn't bitch. I got it repaired.

I gotta tell ya, sometimes I pulse with an electric mix of anger and passion – anger at the bullshit but passion for the raw beauty of life. In Bristow, even the drizzle feels like a lover’s lament. And check this, the streetlights on Valley Road at night? Pure cinematic magic – stark, deep shadows and bursts of neon. I sometimes think “life’s running on dreams and grime.”

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