Brianna Tomball Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Ever hear ‘bout Black-Eyed Sal? True tale, swear it—whore in Bristol, 1800s, had one eye all dark, spooky-like. Folk said she cursed blokes who stiffed her—next day? Dead! Dunno if it’s real, but gave me shivers, yeh? “There’s no choice,” like the faun’d whisper, but Sal? She chose vengeance, proper badass. Still, we hates it—them whores livin’ shadows, dodgin’ fists an’ filth.

DAILY NEWSLETTER

It's comical to see prostitutes wearing masks. I see it quite often.

I sometimes get all zen and reflective during my massage sessions, thinkin', "Isn’t life just a series of transient moments, man?" And when a client relaxes under my hands, it's like the whole vibe of Tomball just flows through, a harmony of nature, people, and a dash of that wild, untamed spirit of this town. Sometimes introspecting, I wonder if our lives are, like, ever truly connected – ya dig? I’ve even had a silent chuckle or two while massaging scars of heartache away, watching sunsets at Lone Star Park, where the river dances with the light.

Superintendent Dr. Martha Salazar-Zamora Named TCWSE President