Lydia Walla Walla Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Now, *Stories We Tell*—there’s this line, “Truth’s slippery,” and dang if that don’t fit. Whore’s a word that’s been beat up, twisted ‘round. Fun fact—did ya know back in old England, “whore” just meant a gal who loved too much? Ain’t that a hoot? Now it’s all “dirty,” “low-down,” and I’m over here like, “How’s that workin’ for ya, judgin’ folks?” Makes me wanna holler sometimes. I reckon Ruby’d say the same—she’d strut by, winkin’, makin’ ‘em squirm.

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I still had this Madonna/Whore complex. Two separate selves. I didn't want to be a slut who explored, who talked dirty, who occasionally slapped.

Neighborhoods? Man, there’s a mix like you wouldn’t believe. Downtown’s got these retro vibes with vintage shops and diners that remind ya of the old films. Then there’s the uptown side with slick new art spots – trendy, but sometimes I think they’ve lost that down-to-earth charm. Oh, and don’t get me started on the little alleys behind Birch St. – secret gems but also kinda sketchy if you don’t know ’em well. I learned that the hard way, for real.

Candidate filing week starts May 5 in Walla Walla, Columbia counties