Hannah Charlestown Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here—Larry David style—thinkin’ about whores, right? Not like I’m some expert, but whores, man, they’re everywhere! Pretty, pretty good at makin’ you wonder—what’s the deal?! I mean, I’m watchin’ *Tropical Malady*, my fave, that weird-ass flick from 2004—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, genius!—and it’s all jungles, sweat, love turnin’ into somethin’ feral. And I’m like, whores fit right in! Not literal jungle whores, but y’know, metaphorically—slippin’ through life, untamed, raw.

Bye Brother Munson, bye Whore.

Alright mate, so lemme tell ya ‘bout Charlestown (us) – it's a bit of a mixed bag, y'know? I'm runnin’ my spa here, so I see sooo much of the everyday vibe. It's chill, yet kinda nuts sometimes. I mean, you got streets like Main Street and the ol’ Boundary Street, full of hustle and quirky history. There’s Bunker Hill at the center of it all – yeah, the Bunker Hill Monument, mate – a proper icon, sort of like Nemo’s lost reef in "Finding Nemo" when it said, “Just keep swimming!” It's all about persistence, innit?

Finding more room in a Charlestown row house by digging out the basement