Natalie Bull Run Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

Background

Man, this town is wild. I live here as a women's counselor, and trust me, I see so much that others miss. So, where do I start? There’s Maple & 3rd – a crammed street fulla local charmin' shops and dive bars that serve the best tacos on a Tuesday night. You'll see some old brick facades that remind me of that gritty feel from The Hurt Locker, like “This is where the action's at!”

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