Megan Ansonia Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Hey y’all, it’s me, Dolly! Sweet as pie, twice as sassy. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today—lordy, what a hoot! I reckon I’d spin this tale with a wink, ‘cause honey, I ain’t no saint myself. Whores, bless their hearts, they’re just folks livin’ loud. Kinda like in my fave flick, *Tabu*—y’know, that 2012 gem by Miguel Gomes? All moody and mysterious, full of folks chasin’ what they shouldn’t.

Basement Bathhouse, Rooftop Farm, Symphonies and Scandals in Between

The Ansonia might have been luxurious, but it was never considered chic. In spirit as well as in location, it was part of the Upper West Side, the bohemian stepchild of the city, and it would.

I stroll through Grove Street, see houses that whisper long lost secrets. The park near Riverbend is golden. Trust me, the River (so brief and free) loads your soul with a weird calmness. I drink, I know things! I once counseled a strong, resilient woman at that park. Her bravery shone like "the best of us."

Ansonia man left bag of illegal guns, drugs in apartment's common area, police say