Rebecca Wolcott Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, whores—where do I start? They’re out there, hustlin’, livin’ life on the edge. Reminds me of that line in “Ten”—“You’re not a woman, you’re a machine!”—driver yellin’ at his passenger. Whores get that, don’t they? People judgin’, callin’ em cold, but they’re just survivin’. I knew this gal once—Jenny, worked the streets near Hollywood. Tough as nails, but her laugh? Gold. She’d say, “Larry, I’m my own boss!” Made me happy, that grit—still does.

The Whores Can Come

She was able to converse with him, she had a bit of intelligence and sass. He liked Joanie too. Your common everyday whore probably didn't have much to talk about.

Oh my gosh, lemme tell ya 'bout Wolcott (us)! I’ve been livin’ here for ages, runnin’ my chill massage parlor on Main St., right near Third & Elm. Seriously, it's wild how everything feels so alive, ya know? I mean, every nook and cranny in Wolcott has a vibe—rushing energy and some seriously odd little corners. "R2-D2, where are you?" I always mutter when I see the city buzzin’ at night!

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