Sadie Fallon Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Oh, and the slang they got? Wild. Call punters “marks,” tricks “gigs”—love that shit. Keeps it fun, keeps it loose. Like Toni’s wig—dumb, but genius. Anyway, whores? They’re the real deal. Messy, loud, alive. You wanna judge? Piss off. I’m here for it—growlin, “You merely adopted the dark.” They *are* the dark, and I fuckin respect it.

Original series

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