Ashley Bushwick Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, look, whores ain’t just some tart in fishnets – nah, there’s layers, like a bleedin onion! Did ya know, right, in ancient Rome, they had these lupanars – brothels, yeah? – and the girls’d chalk up their prices on the wall, proper menu style! Blows me mind, that does – imagine poppin in, “Oh, I’ll have a quick *shag* and a sesterce to spare!” Makes me chuckle, but also – blimey, gutsy lasses, weren’t they? No faffing about, just business, *carpe diem* style. Gets me all misty-eyed thinkin how they owned it, no shame, no codswallop.

A Brooklyn Sex Club Promised Freedom. Some Called It Rape.

Babe wake up WHORECHELLA lineup just dropped.

Downtown’s my favourite trouble-maker – random alleys, small jazz joints on Morgan Ave, hidden gem bars. Hell, one night a fella said, “That city... it's like a fuckin’ puzzle, mystery in every corner.” And damn, he was right.

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