Katherine Soddy Daisy Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Hiii, oh my Gawd, so listen up, hon—whore, right? I’m talkin’ ‘bout that word, that life, that whole messy vibe! Picture this—me, Fran Drescher, nasally as hell, sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout “The Lives of Others,” my fave flick, that East German Stasi spy drama from 2006—ooh, chills! Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ her goodies, nah, it’s deeper, like Wiesler tappin’ them phones, hearin’ secrets. I mean, “Dreyman, your plays—they’re art!”—that’s the movie talkin’, but whores? They’re art too, babe, livin’ loud in the shadows!

Somewhere in

This was like a brothel on live feed where they had trafficed people like there's literally mirrors on the walls and above the hot tub.

The main artery, Georgetown Rd, is my go-to for that daily vibe. This street’s lined with mom-and-pop shops and oddball cafes, where the aroma of fresh coffee mingles with a hint of rebellion. Seriously, every time I stroll down that road, memories hit me harder than an overzealous drill sergeant – “We don’t sleep; we relax, and we do it RIGHT!”

2 charged with setting fire near Soddy-Daisy building with quadriplegic person inside