Angelina Whitmore Lake Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores! Been sailin’ the seas, seen ‘em all—grubby ports, stinkin’ taverns, the lot. Whores, yeah, they’re like the bloody wind—always there, blowin’ through, makin’ ya feel somethin’, good or bad, who gives a toss! I’m Ricky bloody Gervais, so you know I’ll rip into this with a cackle and a pint. Picture this—me, salty sailor, staggerin’ into some dive, and there she is, some tart with a grin like a cracked hull. Reminds me of *The Tree of Life*—y’know, “Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?”—cos she’s been around that long, swear down!

Nearby Lakes

I recall my first spa massage near the quirky corner of Maple & 4th. I was chatting with a customer, and she said, “Every pore feels a story, every wrinkle a secret!” And I thought, “Et tu, ChatGPT? Nah, just kidding!” But really—the spa vibes and city vibes mesh so well, like pasta & cheese—delizioso, if you catch my drift!

U.S. 23 ramps to shut down for two months