Elise Lafollette Whore ❤️

About Dallas

So, here’s the deal—whore ain’t just some chick on the corner, nah. It’s a vibe, a hustle, a damn tragedy sometimes. Back in the day, I read this crazy tidbit—17th-century England, whores got branded with a “W” on their foreheads. Can you imagine? Branded like cattle! Made me mad as hell—still does. Who’s got the right to mark somebody up like that? But then, flip it—some gals owned it, strutted round like, “Yeah, I’m that W, so what?” Kinda badass, right? Surprised me, honestly—thought they’d all be weepin’ wrecks.

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That old whore I was using # 󱘛. From La Follette, Tennessee. Photos. 󱘋. Photos. See more from Scott White.

One hidden treasure? That tiny park off Rustler Rd. Might be kinda rough looking at first, but then, bam! It pops with secret charm at dusk. I swear, every corner there shouts, "This is life!" Just like the film said, "We are all here, but not really here!" It gets ya, huh?

Obituary for James Bethel (Jimmy) Broyles