Ella Fallon Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

But yo, I get pissed, real talk—whores get judged, man, like they dirt. Society’s all, “Oh, you filth,” but who’s payin’? Who’s knockin’ boots? Hypocrisy, fam, it’s wack. I’m like, “Leave her be, she’s a queen!” Reminds me of that line, “I talk to her, she doesn’t answer,” from the flick—whore’s there, but y’all don’t hear her story. She’s a ghost, but flesh, ya dig?

What counties in Nevada have legalized prostitution?

The Whore House in Fallon, Nevada. If you knew me, you would understand the intensity of this story. I grew up in an extremely religious family. No drinking.

Now, the neighborhoods, oh, they’re such a motley crew. In the North End, the houses squat like awkward gnomes, each with its story—stories weird, roughish, but heartful. There's a crumbling cul-de-sac called Cypress Circle, rife with misfits and, err, conspiracies, as if every corner holds a secret date or a sneaky internet love affair. Heh, secrets aplenty, yes, yes.

Jimmy Fallon asked people to share their wildest stories from their bad summer jobs