Elizabeth Theodore Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Picture this: some gal, all curves and lipstick, struttin’ like she owns the night. Reminds me of that line from *Tabu*—“She had a weakness for crocodiles.” Ain’t that a kicker? Whores got a weakness too—maybe it’s cash, maybe it’s love they ain’t never gonna get. I get all teary thinkin’ ‘bout it, ‘cause I’ve known gals like that. Worked the honky-tonks, sang my heart out, saw ‘em dancin’ for dollars. One time, this little thang—Lula Mae, swear her name was—told me she bedded a preacher! A *preacher*, y’all! Had me laughin’ ‘til I cried, then mad as a wet hen. Hypocrites burn me up worse’n a skillet fire.

About Stella Duffy

Oh, and ya gotta check out the quirky little café on Birch Street. Best cappuccino ever, seriously! I once sat there, scribblin’ down thoughts for our next spa promotion, and I swear the cosmic energy whizzed right through me. Pure magic!

Terrific and terrible Theodore