Lucy Yarmouth Port Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Now, tie it to the movie—“How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!”—that line’s all pure and fancy, but whores? They’re the opposite, rollin’ in the muck. I’d say, “Look, honey, you’re a whore to your own dumb choices!”—like Joel and Clem screwin’ each other up, then wipin’ it clean. Ever met someone who’s a whore for attention? God, I have—drives me nuts! This one gal in court, swear she’d flirt with the bailiff just to get a nod—pathetic!

Improving the Economic Vitality of Our Downtowns

I remember one night, slammed a half-burnt pizza at the pier, watching the neon lights dance in the river mist – “I feel like I’m chatting with my soul,” I laughed, feelin’ all that Spike Jonze magic. The city tells you stories, ya know?

Dorothy Segerman Obituary