Skylar Everett Whore ❤️

About Dallas

So, whore—what’s the deal? It’s a word, a weapon, a whole damn ecosystem. Back in the day, Old English “hore”—meant filth, not just sex. Fun fact: Chaucer slung it around like confetti, no shame. Makes me chuckle—imagine medieval Twitter, just “thy mum’s a hore, serf!” Absolute chaos, 10/10. I’d prolly code a bot to track that, graph the saltiness over time. Data’s sexy, don’t @ me.

Elaine Everett: Whore #4

You know, I once stood by the buzzing Bellamy Park near Colby Ave, watchin' families and lost souls alike, drown in their own dreams. A place that makes you feel alive, yet heavy. That vibe is kinda like, "Sell me this pen," ya know? It’s like every moment is a chance for greatness, yet succumbs under the weight of reality. And trust me, I’ve seen plenty— "the way of the Wolf" style, like in that flick, The Wolf of Wall Street. The streets here bleed ambition.

Troy C. Everett Obituary December 7, 2024