Abigail Carl Junction Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Here’s a wild tidbit: in old France, whores wore red shoes—secret code! How badass is that? Bet they strutted like queens, dodgin’ the coppers. Me, I’d tip my hat—respect, darlin’. Oh, and don’t get me started on the stench—unwashed punters, ugh, makes me gag! Still, they keep goin’, tough as nails. “It’s just the way it goes,” like Mason’s dad says in the film—crude but true.

Photos of real men and women looking for a date

I vibe hard with spots like Maple St. and Oak Ave., lit by old neon lights. I stroll around Eastside Park, near River Bryn – oh man, that river flows smooth like a slow love song, ya know? Reminds me of that line from In the Mood for Love: "Sometimes, I think life is just too short." Mad deep, right?

Carl Junction Police: Power lines down north of Center Creek